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  1. 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 o
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  2. Gabri’el had to hold Pasha back. He wrapped his arms around the feisty, impulsive angel and dropped his cheek to Pasha’s hair. “Easy,” Gabri’el murmured. “If we want answers we have to tread carefully.” “Well said,” the boy said, clapping again. “Don’t get complacent, boy,” Gabriel snarled. “I want answers and if I don’t get them, I’ll be the one going for your throat and this time I won’t stop until I choke the life out of you.” “Good luck with that,” the boy said, with a musical laugh. “Yo
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  3. He’d met Aris at a bar. A damn bar. Hindsight was a wonderful thing, and had he been to any other bar on any other night, maybe his life wouldn’t have turned out so badly. He’d been blown away by the man, by his good looks and fantastical charm, by his charisma and money, and his fake adoration of Atoki. It was so easy for him to be seduced by the older man. That night he had gone home with the beautiful man in the suit, and they’d screwed all night long. Atoki had never had it better. In the m
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  4. Chapter 1 – Fishin’ “Don’t forget to wipe those bottles before you leave,” a woman’s voice called from around the corner. From the raspy, harsh sound of it, he knew who it was. “I don’t wanna hear people say they’re sticky.” Dylan was filling ketchup bottles at his job, Sweet Nora’s, and his boss, Lynora Watley, was her usual “jovial” self. He grabbed a clean, wet towel and began polishing the stupid bottles when she came around the corner. Her white-gray hair was carefully done up in a b
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  5. Hello there again everyone. Well, so far so good. Found more victims, errr, I mean more excited authors who wanted to attempt my crazy prompts. Considering it is Friday again, dear reader, I have new prompts for you. So without further ado, here are this week's prompts to tease and excite you. Prompt 250 – Creative Tag – First Line “Here we go again!” Prompt 251 – Creative Tag – They’re Real The night had been a total disaster. The blind date you had been set up on, threw up half way through the meal all over you. Now as you walk home there is a massive amount of noise coming from the street you need to take to get home. As you turn the corner you see something you never thought you would. Before you are two vampires, fangs and claws flashing as they fight each other, whose mere existence was something you never expected. As the claws slash and the blood flies, you realize they are real and they are moving ever closer to your location. What are you going to do? Last week we again had a few people who took up the gauntlet and took a shot at the prompts.Totally gave us a brand new fairy tale that left me thinking it was a cross between Sleeping Beauty and Cinderella, but with an all male cast. He took a shot at prompt 248 which read - yse the following words in a story: roses, rain storm, deer, cake, and chapel. Here is part of his take on it. There is a lot more to this story as well as a few other attempts at this one and they can be found here - http://www.gayauthors.org/forums/topic/37363-prompt-248-creative/ While no one took a shot at the other prompt, there was a new taker for the prompt 247 and can be read here - http://www.gayauthors.org/forums/topic/37327-prompt-247-creative/ So those are the prompts this week. Can't wait to see what people do with them. Till next time, read, review, and enjoy.
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  6. I’m in jail. Yup, the cop arrested me and I went before a judge and was sentenced to 3 years in federal minimum security. It’s not that bad, though. I mean, it’s jail, so it sucks. But it could be a lot worse. It’s minimum security, so we get a lot more freedom. At first, I was stuffed into this small room with 5 other guys. After a few weeks in there, I was moved to a more permanent spot, with a room mate. We get along well, I tend to keep to myself, but that doesn’t bother anyone. It’
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  7. OOooo... I think I have an idea and time to play with one of these
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  8. I second that Myiege. Wayne can get me to write when nothing else can.
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  9. 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
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  10. 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 young
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  11. Hudson The kiss caught me by surprise. Teeth clinked and our mouths smashed together in a decidedly unsexy manner. The dual vortices of our anger pulled us into each other, and I caught em around the waist. E was stiff, tense, nothing like the sinewy firmness that had wrapped around me yesterday. I pressed eir lips harder fighting for control of the kiss. If I could just control what Tango heard about me, control what e thought of me. If I could just control em. The thought pulled me up sh
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  12. Apple Polisher by Heidi Belleau My rating: 4 of 5 stars Apple Polisher surprised me. It was an interesting name for an interesting book. I thought it would be full of cliches, and in a way it was. We had the classic character tropes, but many of them had hidden qualities that made them more human than their basic first impressions. Christian was anal retentive and uptight ... but he had so many reasons for being that way and he didn't like being that way--though from the synopsis I really thought he was an upright prig through and through. Max's secrets were varied. I was really surprised by the dual natures he exhibited from his very *ahem* interesting job and his volunteering. As a couple, Christian and Max worked really well together. They were opposites, but more alike under the surface than I originally assumed. The sub-plot existing with the romance plot was all about family, and the things we do to try to help each other out. I really liked Christian's aunt. I loved the progression he went through from blushing prude to blase flirt. Though, being the germaphobe that I am, the sex scene in the video store just about had me cringing away from my eReader. All in all, this was an entertaining story. I came into it expecting to be a little bored, but in the end, really enjoyed the characters. The story was a little predictable, and one scene ... we'll call it the computer scene, to avoid spoilers, was just too far out of character for Christian for me to believe. I really liked the climactic moment it relayed between him and Max, but it was just so beyond what I'd learned of Christian's comfort zones that I couldn't really believe it. I'd definitely recommend this eBook if you're looking for a sweet, if a bit turbulent, contemporary romance with a lot of chuckles. The humorous moments were definitely a big plus for this eBook, making my hubby send me numerous raised eyebrows. View all my reviews
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  13. Chapter 31 I lean back against the door and sigh as I untie and kick off my hiking boots. I'm tired and dusty, and I just want a long, hot shower to chase away the pain of both hikes. I even briefly think about taking a short nap after the shower and before dinner, but decide there really isn't enough time. I walk forward into the dimly-lit cabin and flip on the main light switch. Light from a couple of lights in the ceiling and a couple of lamps near the couch floods the room, chasing th
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  14. i need to ignore these prompts in favour of wedding. please excuse.
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  15. BIG SKY Chapter 3 What Goes Around Comes Around Mike went off trying to find Ed, he looked in the corrals, in the kitchen house, and finally found Ed on the back deck of the ranch house oiling down his saddle. “Hey Ed, can I talk to you for a bit, if you are not too busy,” Mike smiled at Ed. “No, I am not too busy to talk to you, what is on your mind Mike?” Ed said to Mike as he was laying down the stirrup he was oiling up. “This is hard for me to say but, I am just going to say this
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  16. Alex’s and Matt’s first day out of the center they spent with Jacob and his family at the hospital. Although they aren’t part of the family and just became part of the extended family, they felt they should go in order to show Jacob support through what looks like another trying time in his life. Alex and Matt sat in the far corner of the waiting room together. Ever now and then they would twist around the monitoring devices on their legs. They aren’t used to them yet. It feels like they have w
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  17. Winding Turns - Part A We kissed for a long time – through the radio station’s commercial break and well into another song before coming up for air. Draping my chin over his shoulder, I sighed and hugged Prez tightly for a few seconds. Having taken a few chances to mention his aunt and his feelings about summer vacation, I was worried that he’d be upset - but not my lover. After all that, he soothed my fears by telling me that I was the best thing that had ever happened to him. No sweeter wo
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  18. Chapter 4 The knot. Two months had passed since the start of the semester. It came with some benefits. For instance, new things. New awesome room. Check. New campus and classes. Check. New friends. Friends? Edited to ‘Platonic lovers’ or ‘crush material’. Between the tacky remarks, middle fingers raised, silent fights under the dining table and cheeky grins, my relationship with Sean had finally made some progress, as I liked to consider. It had been a week since he finally stopped
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  19. 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. - Trebs Enjoy! Conflict Is Key Creating powerful conflict and weaving it tightly throughout the story is a difficult skill to master. It can take years of practice. But the reward is worth the learning curve, especially if the result is cathartic to the reader. Conflict is what makes us interested in outcome. A story with a weak conflict that leaves the characters exactly as they were at the start won’t be satisfying; your story won’t make a lasting impression. I’m betting that’s a no-brainer for most people reading this. Unfortunately, knowing isn’t the same as doing, so here are a few generalities to keep in mind while crafting your plot. Your main character, your hero, should face three different types of conflict. • Internal • Relational (with other characters) • External (against environment or circumstances). Use all three. It’s not as difficult as it might seem at first glance, and your story will have more depth. Keep the tension rising. Always. All the time. The pacing of conflict in your story should look like this: Conflict Simmers --> Conflict Boils --> Conflict Explodes --> Temporary Safety --> Repeat. Envision your story with peaks and valleys. Your peaks should get progressively higher as the climax nears. At every turn, ask yourself “How can I make this situation worse?” Conflict is the nervous system of your story. It sets characters in motion, forcing them to do things they would never have imagined doing. They may lash out or jump onto paths they never expected to travel. In reality, most people try to get along with others, to bring peace to potentially explosive situations. Your characters should go out of their way to make those situations worse. This will highlight their imperfections. Make them more richly rounded. Your characters can’t all love each other. They can’t always agree. If they do, your readers will be asleep by chapter two. Or looking for something else to read. So don’t hold back. Let characters say things they’ll regret. Make then lose their tempers, their possessions, and their hearts. Push them beyond their limits and then show the reader how much that hurts them. Consider these suggestions: • Give your characters opposing goals. • Make them face their fears and rely on their weaknesses instead of their strengths. • Deny them what they want most of all. Then deny them again. • Introduce uncertainty at every opportunity—is a friend truly a friend? • Make them care, then threaten what they care about. • Leave them isolated and under attack from both friends and enemies. Maybe even from themselves. It may sound complicated, but chances are you already have a solid grasp of what’s needed. Execution may not be so simple, so stay vigilant. Test yourself by “graphing” your story. Is the tension escalating as it should? Pushing your characters into conflict will drive your story tension higher, forcibly evict blandness and banality, and leave behind something far more fulfilling for the reader. Conflict is a requirement of satisfying fiction, so make it a strong component of your stories. ~Libby
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  20. 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
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  21. CHAPTER FIVE The Secret in a Photograph ‘Talk to me, Ben.’ Harry’s voice sounded tired and haggard. ‘What’s going on?’ Ben pinched the bridge of his nose, leaning back in his chair a little, gripping the receiver perhaps a bit tighter than necessary. ‘How much did Alice tell you?’ he asked. ‘Not much,’ said Harry. ‘I need you to tell me everything.’ ‘I don’t even know where to start . . .’ Ben let out a puff of air. ‘Start at the beginning,’ Harry prompted. So Ben did. He told him abou
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  22. I sat on a stool in the garage watching as Jo tinkered under the hood of my car. I had to admit that event for grease monkey he was extremely handsome and the way his muscles flexed as he was cranking the wrench made it all too much to stare at him. He looked back at me and I looked away embarrassingly, I didn't want him to know I was staring. "What?" He asked not taking his hand off the wrench. I just shook my head. "Nothing." I replied shortly. I looked back up at him and he was looking at m
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  23. While the tub filled with hot water, Michael ordered Asher to sit on the closed toilet and lathered shaving cream on Asher’s face. Standing with his legs entwined between Asher’s knees, Michael carefully glided the razor over the overgrowth of hair sprouting from Asher’s face. It took several swipes to get Asher’s skin smooth, but by time Michael was done, the water had reached the bottom of the overflow drain in the large clawfoot tub. They worked together. Michael gathered the shampoo, soa
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  24. “One more flight of stairs,” Michael encouraged Asher, while helping him up the steps to his apartment. “You have an elevator in that big ass apartment building of yours, why didn’t we stay there instead?” Asher’s face beaded with sweat as he leaned against the wall, struggling to catch his breath. “Too late now, you’re almost home.” Michael balanced the duffle bag full of the stuff Asher accumulated during his hospital stay on one shoulder while holding Asher’s body up with the other shoulder
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  25. “Michael Waters?” Ian stared at Asher lying in his hospital bed. “You’re telling me that you kissed Mr. Dimples…that incredibly hot, but undeniably straight guy from the bar the other night?” Asher nodded his head and smiled at the confused look on Ian’s face. “But what about your date with Tyler on Saturday night?” Ian asked. Wincing at the mention of the other man’s name, Asher contemplated coming clean. Tyler worked with Milo at the art gallery. The news of their one-night-stand was goin
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  26. Seeing the blue and red flashing below me made me nauseated. The whole situation made me nauseated. I stood on the ledge and watched the gathering of police cars below me. There must have been five or six of them here now; all for me. I watched as they started to block off the road. A crowd began to gather. “Do not jump.” I heard a voice boomed from below me, using a megaphone. I wasn’t really sure if I was supposed to respond, whether I was supposed to shout below to them or anything, so I ke
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  27. Ian picked up his cell phone on the third ring and Asher didn’t wait for the friendly hellos before blurting out the reason for his call. “Is that guy you tried to set me up on a blind date with, Timmy, is he still interested?” There was a long pause on the other end of the line. Asher pinched his thumb and forefinger across the bridge of his nose while he paced around his living room. He hated to bombard his best friend like this. For weeks Ian had begged Asher to meet this guy from Milo’s
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  28. Casey Winthrop wasn’t gay. The other exercises riders, all male, would argue against that statement but Tia knew otherwise. Gay guys don’t look at women the way Casey Winthrop looked at her. No, Casey may not be gay but he was hiding a secret. Tia was pretty sure she’d discovered that secret in the old tack room of the barn. She’d thought long and hard over those looks Casey gave her. They’d sparked an answering heat in her only Casey never saw this. As soon as she caught him watching h
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  29. Lessons Learned By Andrew Todd Chapter 16 “Oww,” Zak moaned as he slowly opened his eyes. He sat up slowly, his whole body ached. He tried moving his arms and legs to make sure nothing was broken or sprained. Everything seemed to move ok, they just all hurt. He looked up and down the trail and saw no sign of Zephyr. She had probably bolted back to the barn. He didn’t know how long he had been out for. “Well,” he said to himself as he slowly stood up. “Looks like I’m walking.” He sl
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  30. A sharp report sounded near his ear, breaking his slumber. Ian startled awake and found himself staring into brown eyes framed by a pair of trendy, square glasses. “Shit,” he greeted the morning and levered himself into a sitting position on the sofa with a groan. "I didn't mean to fall asleep here." “Here” was the reception area of his law office and the brown eyes belonged to Curtis…something… Moore or Miller. He was the office manager at the law firm where Ian had joined as a partner less
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  31. Tango The night’s sleep was fitful. I turned under the covers, the restless movements mirroring my mind as I recounted my conversations with Hudson. Exhausted by the time morning arrived, I gave up on a peaceful rest and decided to take my notebook into the city and sketch whatever caught my eye. I stepped back into the clothes I’d worn the night before, wrinkled from their hours on the floor, and climbed the steps to the kitchen. As I neared the top, I could hear Jenna and Dale cleaning up
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  32. Tango The remainder of my shift sped by. I bounced from table to table, checking on customers. Behind the counter, I was conversational, asking them about their day and happy to personalize their drinks, even the nonsensical requests like a caffè mocha made with skim milk and extra whip cream. All the while I was focused on the upcoming party, seeing Hudson again and introducing him to my friends. Dale stayed buried in his office, attending to administrative matters. He was quiet as we
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  33. Hudson “This one’s out of order.” I heard Tango direct the waiting customer to use the other restroom as e slipped out and returned to work. E hadn’t wanted the two of us to be seen leaving together while e was on the job, so I stayed behind as e left on eir own. I’d found em. The urge to raise my hands and do a victory lap around the room beckoned me. I’m far too reserved to do any such thing however, even in private, so I just visualized the victory lap in my head. Once I figured the h
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  34. Hudson “This is from a local artist, you say?” the man lifted thick, sausage-like fingers and adjusted the fragile wire rims perched on a nose that looked like it had been flattened in a boxing ring. A more unlikely looking gallery owner I’d never seen, but Saul Frederick was examining Tango’s drawing closely, looking back at the signature several times. “Yes, local,” I confirmed. “Well, I don’t know him,” Saul set the drawing back down on the glass case between us. “Very fine work. Reminisce
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  35. Tango “I need my artwork back, all 12 of the inks and the two large chalk drawings. You can keep the two smaller chalks as my thanks for the time you’ve put in on my behalf.” The man to whom I was speaking was Lance Roll, my former art agent. He was just learning about the former part. I was in the process of firing him. “Not fair, Tanya. The way the deal works is for me to secure a gallery show for you and receive 25% commission on any sales. I upheld my end of the contract.” “The galle
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  36. Hudson I awaken reluctantly, trying to make sense of my uncharacteristic lethargy. With difficulty, I dredge up the past 24 hours. My eyes pop open as memories of the previous night return. This emergence from delta wave sleep isn’t solely a jet lagged reaction to the 15 hour flight from Sydney. I hadn’t come straight home from the airport yesterday, and I hadn’t come home alone. I sweep my leg across the bed, exploring before rolling over, but already I know Tango is not only not in bed, e
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  37. Glory, the Aurix has been bonded to Sartorian, a powerful vampires for the last six months and has settled in to Sar's home full of misfits and outcasts. At a visit to the circus he meets Felix and, for the second time, his world changed dramatically. Love, romance, adventure and some laughs await our friends in a roller coaster of a story.
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  38. Ash has a gaping chasm inside that can only be filled by one man. Unfortunately that man is his art teacher. Josh is falling hard for his gifted but troubled student but is too professional to ever act on it. It's an impossible situation.
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  39. Stuck in the-middle-of-nowhere Arkansas with his mom and his sister, Frank Seaberg wishes that he could return to his old life. When he meets his neighbors, Oliver and David Martin, he’s just happy to have found some friends. But, when Frank begins to suspect that not all is well in the Martin house and begins to search for answers...
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  40. 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 whispe
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  41. “Who is he?” “Do you like him?” “Sure. I mean...” Laughter interrupted Oliver Martin’s response, and he frowned across one of the two full-sized beds that occupied the room at his amused brother, who was still looking through the pile of newly developed photographs between them, specifically the one Oliver had just been admiring. “I guess he’s cute,” Oliver finished, deciding it was best not to lie. David always knew when he was lying. “You think he’s hot,” David said, matter-of-f
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  42. Man’s best friend doesn’t want to be alone on Valentine’s day.
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  43. Pressure. Last year, that’s what Valentine’s Day was for. A day where unnecessary pressure intruded upon my otherwise peaceful existence. I hated Valentine’s Day. This was because there was, like, some unjust law that I was supposed to be with someone. To have a companion. How unfair was that? I mean, seriously; what if I didn’t want a companion? What if I just wanted to say to the cats with it? Well, I suppose I had that right, but I was too self-conscious to walk around on Valentine’s Day all
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  44. "If you don't get a first-string assignment, get over it quick, because from here on out, it's about the team." It was the beginning of August; we'd been practicing together, informally and off-campus, for almost two weeks. Our head coach had shut down freshman football practice fifteen minutes early that day, called us off the field, and gathered us together. Thirty tired and sweaty fourteen-year-olds sat there in the grass, listening nervously. School would start in a week, and football seas
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  45. Stephanie kissed me on the cheek and pulled me closer to her as we danced. In the background, Boyz 2 Men's "I'll Make Love to You" was playing. The dance floor was crowded with hormonal teenagers, and it appeared that the evening's prospects were looking good: The Country Club was packed with high school kids celebrating my birthday with me; everybody appeared to be having a great time; and Stephanie was sending out signals that told me the night was only going to get better. In the few weeks
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  46. So I crashed and burned with Staci. But with practice for fall sports gearing up, I didn't have much time to mope about it. And in any case, there were two side benefits: First, losing my virginity gave me loads of confidence with girls. And beyond that, losing it to an "older woman" did some good things for my reputation among my peers, both male and female. All in all, between sports and sex, my entrance into high school was like catching the perfect wave, one that I'd surf all the way through
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  47. 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 h
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  48. 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 occasion
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  49. During the late spring and summer before my freshman year, I was spending a lot of time in the company of a beautiful sixteen-year-old named Staci. She had dark brown hair and piercing brown eyes. Hers was the proverbial face that could launch a thousand ships, and she had a figure to match. Her family and mine went to the same church. My parents and I have always been church-going people, although I guess you'd have to call us "left-wing" Christians. We're very much out of sync with the fun
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  50. For the next few weeks, Staci and I were inseparable. She broke up with Dylan shortly after we’d had our first "date." Dylan, for his part, left town the first week of June to live with a sister and brother-in-law in Wichita Falls, where he took a job at his brother-in-law's auto shop. Nobody knew if he was coming back to school or not, least of all Staci. I took advantage of his absence and spent my time doing what I could to get her over him. We went to movies and ball games, had picnics in th
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