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  1. August 1, 1798 HMS Vanguard Granger stood on the deck with the other officers, taking his own noon sightings. He smiled as the midshipmen frantically worked their calculations, trying to pinpoint Vanguard’s location as the grizzled master looked on. Occasionally one of them would glance over at Granger with the same expressions of hero-worship they usually reserved for their admiral. Granger thought that was misplaced, as he had none of Nelson’s brilliance, but he had grown used to it. The stories of his exploits in the Pacific had torn through the ship like
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  2. This book is dedicated to Nick, Mike, Jacob, Alex and all of my little gay brothers who are reading these stories. I hope you all know you are loved and that we are all entitled to our second chances. Second Chances By Andrew Todd Chapter 1 New Year’s Day was a quiet affair around the ranch. CJ had decided they would be closed and the guys could do what they wanted to do. Of course, most of them opted for riding either in the ring or on the trail. Zak and Dusty were just coming out of the house when a blue Mustang drove up the driveway. “Who's that?” Dusty asked. “I have no idea,
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  3. Two Sundays later Garrett leaned back in his club chair ready to watch a mid-season match up of the Broncos and Raiders. Both teams were in winning seasons. It was expected to be the most exciting game of the day. He had just propped his feet on the coffee table when his doorbell rang. He considered ignoring it. Ford was probably on the other side, here in person to attempt an apology. Garrett had calmed down since the debacle two weeks ago, but he had yet to see Ford in person. The younger man had called. He’d sent texts to apologize but still claimed not to know what he was apologizi
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  4. ATTUNGA Part 26. Wirrin settled on the grav-sofa and stared at the amazing sight on the wall display. “Where is that?” “You don't recognise it? Well, I'm not surprised as it rarely looks like this. It's Gnardune Pool in the throes of a twenty year flood, with the biggest water flow for a long time.” The amazing sight, of a rushing red torrent swirling past partially submerged trees, suddenly became even more amazing. The placid pool of clear, sparkling water, in Wirrin's memory was replaced by this moving, angry, giant of a river, extending way into the distance. “Is this near the Willy-W
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  5. First off, let me say that the title of this blog says it all.... CANCER SUCKS!!!! If I never know someone else who has cancer, it will be WAY TOO SOON!!!! On July 8th, my grandmother was told she had cancer, only they didn't know what kind or even exactly where it was. This came right on top of the news that the chemotherapy worked and my brother was currently cancer free (despite one five day stint in the hospital after getting an infection of some sort). My grandmother was then told that they were going to have to essentially do exploratory surgery to try and remove the cancer
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  6. God, you're an evil bitch. :-) And I say that with love. Make them care, then threaten what they care about? LMAO. Truly awful. But such good suggestions.
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  7. Real life is more important. I also think authors shouldn't be apologizing for delays when their share these creative works for free. Readers, although good to have enthusiasm, should also be understanding and patient. hope everything works out for the best with your team! Give me a shout if there is anything I can do to help. myk
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  8. July 28, 1798 HMS Vanguard The dinner had been a fun and lively affair. Granger had never felt so relaxed in a group of fellow captains. He had consumed a great deal of wine, enough to mildly impair his brain, but studiously avoided complete inebriation, as did the others. There was a feeling of excitement, an air of anticipation that lifted the spirits of all of them, so over-imbibing did not seem appealing, necessary, or appropriate. “I am wondering if you are fully recovered from your fever, such that you can return to duty.” Nelson asked Granger.
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  9. I stared off into forever. The night was black. A full moon shone down upon the water. The tide called to me with its hypnotic, incessant song, as I watched it kiss the shore and fall back, over and over and over. "More Than Words" repeated itself endlessly on my boom box. Beth's boom box, actually. My sister's portable player was the only one I ever brought to this place. I thought about that first time and smiled. The fire I'd lit flickered in my peripheral vision, and if I'd had company, they he might have asked me about the streaks that the fire illuminated. The ones running dow
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  10. Governor Lopez broke the hug and picked up the microphone. “Ladies and gentlemen you all had a front row seat to see for the first time my sons performing together. Weren’t they great up here?” The Governor turned to his kids and started to applaud, which got their guests applauding. “Thank you guys I really enjoyed the song. Just look at me and what it did! You are making this tough old guy look not so tough.” The boys walked up to their father and hugged him once again. The crowd applauded until the Governor and his family took their seats and the DJ started playing music again. Once everyo
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  11. ANNOUNCEMENT: Please welcome GayAuthors.org's newest Hosted Author: David McLeod. David has been a Promising Author here and has a great body of work - hope you check it out! Sorry for the slight delay this morning, got caught up in one too many phone calls. Sometimes, conflict can be a burden, or - as Libby Drew helps point out, it can be the key to great writing. We hope you enjoy this latest writing tip - let us know some other ideas for conflict that you think could be effective. As always, if you have a writing or site tip that you'd love to share with the community, let me know. - Tr
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  12. Conflict is good, internal and external. Better when the external conflict puts a spotlight on the internal conflict. Best when the conflicts are thematic. You want the story conflicts taken together as a whole to support a thematic statement of your design. Or you get these sorts of rambling stories in which everybody is at war with everybody else, there's chaos everywhere, but there's no real center to guide the story altogether. So while it's good to torture your MC, you need to be careful that you aren't torturing him or her for torturing sake. Their conflicts together should making
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  13. I think conflict doesn't have to be overt, and for short stories I often worry more about the figuring out the desires of the characters than writing action fueled drama. Thwarted desire can really drive a plot. Desire motivates everyone, from what they want to eat, do for the day, their goal in life... and more. Consider this plot: A man is up late due to a work project his immediate boss is requiring him to do last minute when the boss dropped the ball. He missed out on the game he had tickets for, because his job isn't something he can blow off. He's already upset from missing his game,
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  14. The realisation that he was still alive came as something of a shock to Atoki as consciousness crept in. Pain blossomed through his body. His limbs ached as blood returned to his fingers which had been flattened under the weight of himself a bit too long with a surprising tingle. His chest and abdomen hurt. His lungs were tight and raspy, and the whole left side of his face throbbed. He didn’t want to sit up and find out where he was, or what the damage was. He’d walked into a fire, by all rights he should be dead. He didn’t want to move and find out that he was half burnt to death in some cl
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  15. I stared at Jared Cannon's ass while the water was cascading down his back, and my dick responded appreciatively. It was a new school year, the final one of my undergrad studies. Ryan Cannon's kid brother was a soccer player too, and now he was his brother's teammate and mine, a freshman, one of the New Guys on the team. We'd been the last two men off the field after practice, and the last--and only--two in the shower together. I'd taken the opportunity to gawk because he was rinsing his shampoo-covered head under the shower next to mine. He wouldn't be able to see me scoping out his body.
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  16. “I can’t stress enough how important it is that you avoid, absolutely, any activity that will elevate your heart rate. As we’ve discussed, your form of heart arrhythmia is rarely seen, especially at your age. Most people with your condition don’t make it out of their teens. At 40 you’ve lived twice the life we usually see.” Garrett looked past Dr. Kensington and out the window. The physician’s pedantry grated, but he had come highly recommended by Keith, his ex. Garrett knew he should be grateful for all the attention the man had given to his special case. There were buds on the maple
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  17. We moved to Dallas, from farther south in the state, the July before I started third grade. My dad had just received a Ph.D. and was taking a position as a history professor at a college in Dallas. I had a 6-year-old brother and a 4-year-old sister. My mom was a clinical psychologist; she began setting up a practice within the first month that we'd moved. Up to this point I'd done well in school as a little kid, socially and intellectually. I was naturally gregarious; a born talker, I guess. I had pretty much no fear...yet; and I was always good with a ball out on the playing field. So I made
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  18. Third grade gave way to fourth, fourth to fifth, fifth to sixth. During these years Matt and I became more firmly who we each were, both individually and as the duo of "best friends" that we were. Our friends came to expect that when they saw one of us, more often than not they'd see the other. The occasional explosions of hatred we'd sometimes expressed for each other in our earlier childhood subsided; they were replaced by a steadily growing mutual regard and respect, a respect given to each other for our differences as much as for our similarities. Each of us moved with comfort into our own
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  19. As Matt and I got older, our individual sports interests went in slightly different directions. We'd been playing in city recreational leagues, but at the junior high level, the schools also fielded teams for all the sports. During the rec years, both of us had played most of the recreation-league sports that were available, but as time went by we discovered some separate favorites. While he and I both played football, baseball, and basketball for our school, Matt was also on the swim team, and I played soccer for the school team. Occasionally there was a schedule conflict, but the coaches wer
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  20. Every day after school, young Zack runs home after his last class, hoping to avoid his abusive father's rage and avoid anymore physical and emotional bruises at home. It isn't until he meets a beautiful stranger at school that he begins to wonder whether or not he's worth anything at all. Can he live in one world and fantasize about the other? Or will he have to choose?
    1 point
  21. It is April, 1797, and England is still celebrating the victory at the Battle of St. Vincent. Sir George Granger is given orders to set off on a voyage to the East Indies, but there are several challenges that await him before he can even sail.
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  22. It's a new year for the boys of the Triple J Ranch. Filled with new challenges, new friends and maybe new romances.
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  23. Chapter 30 How I got here is kind of hazy, but I know that I'm lying on my back and still fully clothed. I can't quite see what's going on because the sun is in my eyes, but I can certainly feel what's going on. Someone is lying next to me, kissing me lightly under my left ear. Happiness and contentment flow throughout my body as I feel a big, warm hand comb its way through the hair on my chest and stomach, occasionally stopping to lightly pinch one of my nipples. I turn my head to the right and open my eyes to figure out where I am, but all I see is clear, blue sky. Then I hear the qu
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  24. At 40 Garrett is diagnosed with a life-threatening illness. It's manageable, barely, if he strips his life of any form of excitement. But how can he be expected to keep his heart rate down when the receptionist in his doctor's office insists on flirting with him?
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  25. Thanks to Rebecca and Rush, it had rapidly turned into one of those roller-coaster days. My school day started learning about Rebecca’s feelings towards me. That alone wasn’t so bad. After second period English I pulled Keith aside and kissed him in the school hallway. That was the high point of the day. But after final exam reviews and with Mike’s birthday dinner planned for that evening; I really didn’t need my hound dog destroying things in the Hundsers' bedroom. On top of all that, Keith and I were disagreeing, just like I had dreamt of on Sunday afternoon. Summer vacation was only a few d
    1 point
  26. BIG SKY Chapter 2 Hunter And Mike As Hunter and Mike were heading to town they talked about all the trouble that was happening on the ranch, Hunter was getting a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach with Mike asking him so many questions about the cattle missing. Questions that somebody would not ask unless they were fishing for information. Hunter did not answer a lot of Mike’s questions, he just told Mike he did not know and then Mike would move onto another one not giving up. Hunter was getting upset with Mike and told him, “Just shut up with the all questions Mike.” Mike t
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  27. Chapter 4 Military Options The only way to erect such a common power, as may be able to defend [men] from the invasion of foreigners, and the [injuries] of one another . . . is to confer all their power and strength upon one man, or upon one assembly of men . . . —Thomas Hobbes, “Leviathan,” 1651 CE. Earth Analogue III Word was passed that the Enterprise VII would visit the Edmonton School after her diplomatic mission to Salt Lake City. The excitement that announcement stirred was overwhelmed by the news that a group of students would be assigned to Enterprise for two weeks. Selec
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  28. Andy and Matt, best friends and teammates from childhood, grow together, learn together, and struggle to remain friends when their evolving relationship outpaces their ability to understand it.
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  29. Hugh didn’t let it be known that he knew anything. He still didn’t know what had happened to Jonathan or who was responsible for his injuries. Deep inside, Hugh felt that Gary could be trusted… but there was still that little doubt. He kept his expression neutral as Gary continued. “Jon and Jason were twins. They weren’t identical but I know they looked close enough that people used to joke about it when Jason came to visit. The boys would act it up too. I think they wanted to be brothers, at least Jason did. He used to talk about how much it sucked to be an only child. Looking back,
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  30. 6 years ago, I saw the most beautiful boy ever who asked me to be his first but never once said I love you. Instead, he would tell me that I couldn't put my hands on my hips because it made me look like a girl. My friends saw my tears and I told them that I deserved him. 4 years ago, I kissed a boy who tasted like cigarettes and told me that he would always come save me even though he couldn't save himself. My friends watched from a distance and shook their heads in silence. 2 years ago, there was a boy who suffocated me and told me that it was his way or no way, I'm
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  31. There are some experiences that go beyond adequate description. It may be the sum of the experience is complex in a way that can't be grasped, or that the language we possess is too crude to describe it. Looking back, I was never sure which was the case at Aspira's heart, though I did bring away from the plaza one concrete lesson. Power -- real power -- shows a person's true nature. I did not well remember the walk from the control node's chamber to the plaza's surface. It was not because of any emotional distraction or weakness or shock, but rather because there was so much informatio
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  32. Summer was over. No more staying up late. Going to visit other family members out of town. No more freedom of responsibilities, and homework. My new worries come as: Grades, tests, and quizzes. Summer always meant: I didn’t have to worry about what teachers hated me, or who was giving me a bad grade just because they didn’t like me. Summer was an indication that I no longer had to put up with some of the ignorant students that roamed the halls, and the drama that came with them. The couple of months given to me to get a break from all the hard studies, and the long eight hours of b
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  33. Lessons Learned By Andrew Todd Chapter 23 The weekend before Christmas, the new house was ready for the boys to move in. The high school boys took Friday off from school since it was only a half day anyway. Most of the house was decorated with new furnishings, so there wasn’t much ‘moving in’ to do, just a lot of organizing. The interior decorator that CJ and Danny had hired had taken care of the common areas like the kitchen, living room and family room. She had also had her team decorate the house for Christmas. The boys all spent Friday organizing their own spaces. The house had
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  34. Jesse: A ‘Riding Lessons’ Interlude By Andrew Todd Jesse Osterman’s earliest memories were of horses. His mother, Elizabeth, was a trainer in Wellington, Florida. Jesse was almost born in a barn, but Elizabeth made it to the hospital just in time. Much gossip was floated around the inner circles of Wellington society when an unmarried, seemingly unattached Elizabeth Osterman became pregnant. There were those who thought that maybe Elizabeth didn’t know who the father of her child was or that she had sought the services of a sperm bank or that Jesse was the result of a drunken one-nig
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  35. As a little boy, I'd had a very active imagination. While my life developed the way it did, lapsing into fantasy that encompassed all manner of things was common, a symptom of my isolation that flourished into a refuge of the mind. Anything that brought with it a sense of being part of something grand, adventurous, something magical, was craved and absorbed. Maybe it was pirates and treasure hunting, maybe it was an alien invasion, maybe it was sorcery and dragon-slaying. My love affair with books and all other media that fed my desire for escapism had only grown as I reached the double di
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  36. His sense was amplified, a paragon of control and delegation. The heightened awareness of spatial location, moving bodies, relative mass and potential strength was judged well and weighted with a pinpoint degree of threat-analysis. Keenly anticipating with a rigour that was unsurpassed by the normal human mind, Mira was more prepared than his opponents knew. He could tell it, for while his hunter imperative was built from the necessity of killing for supplement, the food of the body; in the alternate aspect, the guise of the assassin was active to finish anything that threatened the primacy of
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  37. I felt empty inside as I sat on that rock ledge, staring at the ruins. Empty, because the world I thought I recognised wasn't there any more. Even if I was asleep for more than a week, which seems to be the case, could everything have changed so much in two or three weeks? Or even a month? The place was still. I couldn't see from this distance if anything was actually moving, but as it looked, there was no way anything was alive down there. At least, nothing human. "Not what you were expecting to see, huh?" Konstantin leaned up against the rocks, his voice coming from just below me. "O
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  38. As a teenaged boy at the starting half of my adolescence, I had already endured many things beyond the 'normal' experience of others my own age. Most of those experiences were not ones that I thought of as positive; many were very negative and disruptive to my life. Some were downright horrible. Some were intensely strange and extremely unnerving for a quiet kid from a cloistered suburban background. However, at that point, absolutely nothing could compare to the sheer surreal absurdity of the moment. Stasis? Definitely strange. Derelict ruined buildings, no people? Bizarre and worrying. D
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  39. "Damn, I hate this frozen Yankee hell-hole," I said to myself, maybe even out loud. "Fuckin' cold wind in the fuckin' winter." A girl, all bundled up and on her way to her car, turned and looked at me funny, so I must have said it out loud. This was crazy. What the fuck was I doing here? You know damn well what you're doing here, the Voice inside said. You know the Voice; the one inside that always busts your balls when you've been a prick. You can only hope and pray that you didn't drive all this way for nothing. A couple of guys were walking slightly ahead of me, laughing and talking. W
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  40. July 4, 2000 Claremont, Ohio Gathan “Good to see you here, Gathan,” Mayor Schluter said with his plastic politician’s smile. “Enjoy yourself.” “Thank you, your honor,” I said respectfully. His smile got a little more genuine when I said that. He liked to be called ‘your honor’. Who would have imagined that a Hayes would actually be an invited guest at the Mayor’s tent here at the 4th of July Festival, Claremont’s biggest event of the year? The thought of that made me smile, the idea that I was the first Hayes to make such a huge social leap, or at least a Hayes
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  41. November 18, 1999 I stood on the ramp, waiting for the Falcon to finish taxiing up to the terminal area. I was nervous and excited; nervous to find out what Stef discovered about Dan, but excited to show him the mission. Drew fit in really well at our house, but they still hadn’t managed to get him into school yet. Jeanine was philosophical about it, and had taken up home-schooling him for the time being. I’d never thought she was the sharpest tool in the shed, though, so we’d have to see how that worked out. It was interesting that of the kids, Drew seemed to have bonded best wi
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  42. David Martin looked out his bedroom window. His face felt heavy, as if it weren’t accustomed to the troubled scowl stretching over his face. It was late in the morning, and the day didn’t look promising so far. Oliver was right. It was going to rain today. “What’re you gonna do, David?” Oliver asked quietly from somewhere behind him. He sounded worried. “I’m going outside,” David announced. “Dad said we have to stay in... you shouldn’t make him mad, David.” “I hate him,” David whispered. “I hate them both.” “And you shouldn’t say things like that,” Oliver scolded. “Why not? T
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  43. Thanks to Jim for editing! Frank dumped another bucket of water over his mom’s Subaru and wiped the sweat from his brow before he removed his shirt to use as a rag in his attempt to wash away the dust the storm had left on the vehicle. It was early Sunday morning, and already a lot warmer than it had been the day before. His mom and sister were still sleeping, both worn out from staying up late to tell each other silly ghost stories. Frank had thought it would be a good idea to wash the car after breakfast, but that was before he realized they didn’t have either a hose, or an outdoor spigot
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  44. A/N: Thank you to Jim the editor for volunteering his time to sort through all of my mistakes to make this chapter more readable (better) it is appreciated. "Oh God..." It was over. It was all over. All I could think, was that--it was over. I don’t think I realized just how terrified I was of my mom discovering the truth until I came face to face with it, and technically, it wasn’t even my truth that was about to come out. There was only one reason in the world why my mother would walk into a strip club. Jude’s parents owned it. There was no doubt in my mind that they wouldn’t keep q
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  45. A/N: Thank you to Jim the editor for volunteering his time to sort through all of my mistakes to make this chapter more readable (better) it is appreciated. Waking up with Jude... and?? It was early Saturday morning, and I smiled to myself as I watched a thin layer of goosebumps appear over Jude’s skin, over his arms, down his back and disappearing under the comforter currently tangled over his bed and hanging off his hips. His apartment had always been a little cooler than what was comfortable when it came to temperature, but I doubted that the chill he was experiencing had anything to
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  46. Throughout the spring semester, we saw each other once a week or so. We worked hard on keeping it fun and keeping our mouths shut. We'd enacted a conspiracy for the new year, and we both did what we could to keep it going. It was a fucked-up mess. His part in the conspiracy was not to challenge my attitude that everything had been all his fault; to pretend, by declining to call me out on my passive hostility, that he was now changing his ways so we'd get through the rest of the year without too much pain. My part was to pretend that I actually believed that he still wanted to be my friend.
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  47. The afternoon following my birthday party at the Country Club, I was in the driveway shooting hoops after church when I saw Cole's van pull up. I walked over as he rolled down his window. "Hey, stud," he said, greeting me with a smile and a high-five. "I guess you think you're the shit now, huh?" "It was awesome, Cole. Thanks for everything." "No problem, freshman." He opened his door, got out, and went to the back of his van. "Here. This is how you can thank me." He reached in and grabbed a huge laundry bag filled with his clothes and the sheets from the mattress in the van. He brought
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  48. I was hanging out with Angie on a Monday evening the first time the feeling really gripped me. We were poolside at Angie's, relaxing, enjoying the summer evening. A rain had come through earlier in the day and cooled things down. The gathering dusk, the sunset pastels painting the sky, the beautifully landscaped back yard that Angie's mom tended with such care, all combined to put us in a romantic mood. Her dad had been swimming laps earlier and had the radio tuned to an oldies station; we hadn't bothered to change it. Now her parents were out to dinner and a movie, and the two of us were en
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  49. I spent the final spring break of my college years by myself. Instead of the standard beach trip this time, my crew--jocks, most of them, and their women--had gone to the mountains of Colorado. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't wanted to go when the plans first came up. And I'd have had a great time. Still, I'm not really a "mountains" kind of guy. No, for me it's the beach. The ocean. The sun and the surf. Specifically, the Texas Gulf Coast: Mustang Island, where I'd played as a child occasionally, where I'd spent every free weekend I could grab for the trip as a teenager...and where the tid
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  50. We didn’t get out of the museum until after 5:30 and could immediately see the traffic was already miserable, so we chose to stay in the area for dinner. My human garbage disposals decided they wanted to go Italian tonight, so I went along with their request. After making a few inquiries, we were told about a suitable restaurant and made our way there. After we arrived, we started filling up on antipasto, pasta and other Italian delights. The dinner was quite good, there was plenty of it and I felt completely stuffed when we left. However, it appeared my crew wasn’t quite done yet. As we exite
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