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Is it bad that most of the things I wanted to be as child I have done in one fashion or another? I literally wrote a list for a class assignment in sixth grade on what I wanted to be. 1. Teacher 2. Chef 3. Actor 4. Writer 5. Parent Well four out of five isn't bad. I actually did go to school and hold an English Degree and am certified to teach. I did teach for four years till the school I worked at down sized and I ended up being one who was tossed. Oh well. I ran a restaurant for nearly ten years. During that time I worked with many chefs, learned how they cooked, took a few classes and all. I might not have title chef but I can cook nearly anything. As for acting, well I did end up stage managing a theater for a few years. I also learned lightening directions, and took the stage for a number of things. Had the lead in one of Neil Simmons' plays as well. I've played the good guy, the side kick, sung, danced, and played the heavy. I won't complain about anything I learned or did. It was a great time in my life. Writer covers many things. I was on the school paper in high school. I did the school paper in college. I wrote for school magazines. I even wrote for a local paper for a while. Now I write here. I would say that dream is acted on. The parent one is the only one I haven't achieved. Never found the right person and am sort of afraid to do that alone. Still not ancient yet so that might happen. In the mean time I do get to spoil my godchild.

Older as in late 40s? I want in on the slaps for that one. Even when I was 18 "older guy" usually meant senior citizen. Lord, I should find myself a cane and a wheelchair now. Forget the slap, I want him over my knee. As for phrases "pretty little woman", "sweet boy", and "succulent breast". Now I have yet to meet anyone who says that in real life referring to pretty .... Seems to be a stock phrase and comes with her being married. The "sweet boy" I don't know who is eating him but lord if they are he has to be made of candy. I have just read two romance novels (sometimes my friends have weirder taste in books than I do) where if the damn female lead didn't have heaving breasts they were succulent breasts. Sorry, the only time I want to hear of a breast being succulent is if I am making a chicken breast. Find another word. That is just disturbing.

Mark, The pain from reading this rolls off like a physical blow. The abuse, the fear, the never-ending repetition of it. You may think at times you are weak but to have survived shows just how strong you are. Soon enough that gate will be nothing more than a gate again. My support is yours. Hopefully soon you will be striding through the gate and on to see Stu. Always, Wayne

Just was one of those days when you never feel like you have enough time for everything you are trying to get done. Just seemed to rush from one project to the next all day long. My day started at 8 am and four hours of sleep. I got up raced to the shower and tried desperately to wake up. One of those times you wish you would either wake up or drown. Well i sure as hell didn't drown. Then I was off to Weight Watcher for the Summer Party. I know it sounds odd. Here were sixty plus people together for a Weight Watchers meeting and what were we doing? Eating. Actually, it was a lot of fun. The leader of the group had everyone sign up to bring things. Not being sure of my work schedule I just signed on to bring the cutlery for it all. The food was delicious but more important anything tha was cooked came with a recipe telling you how to make it and how many points per serving it is. I didn't have much to worry about because I filled up on the fruits and veggies so I saved my points. Then it was a quick run to the grocery store to pick up some of my essentials. I am fresh fruit fanatic. I stopped to pick up some various fruits, a couple of bagels, some WW meals, eggs, skim milk, and yogurt. For me that makes staying on the program possible. I also have decided that while they give everyone 49 extra points, it doesn't mean I need to use them. I did this week after listening to how everyone divides them up and adds them to their daily points levels. Trying to copy that example I only lost one pound instead of the two + pounds I had been. Hard Lesson but one I have now committed to memory. Anyway, I also somehow fit time in to rewrite chapter 22 again and get that up. I have been put in charge of coming up with new Prompts for the writers. I have two that I posted tonight and that makes four new ideas for the week. I am now partway into my new story for the Anthology. Once Accident's Happen is over I hope to work with Andy on another story. Well that is about all people. I'm off to bed because after closing tonight at work i get to open tomorrow and need a few hours rest. Have fun

Mark the attraction between the two has been obvious to everyone except Charlie. He admits to himself just how much a bit each time he is forced to think of Scott. From there first meeting in September till the day after Thanksgiving in November the two have been getting to know each other. Charlie realizes the mistakes he made with Tina and doesn't want to make them again. But who says he won't make new ones?

Glad you enjoyed it KC. I just didn't want to show too much.

This was just it. Time for them to move forward. Glad you enjoyed it.

Well things happen and not everything will happen where the reader can see.

Chapter 22 – Making Time Charlie woke in the morning as the bright sunlight poured across his bed. As he moved his arm to cover his eyes he noticed he was still wearing yesterday’s shirt. “Aw, hell! I went to bed in my shirt.” As he looked down he realized his shirt wasn’t all he had worn to bed. Other than his shoes he had worn all of his clothes to bed. Rubbing his eyes he crawled off the bed and began to strip. I must

You cook like my mother and I. We did things by taste and feel but finally I have stopped to write things down. It is why I have added some of my favorite recipes to my story. I figure if nothing else that is one way they will survive. However I will attempt this one. I never turn down a new recipe.

Today started out such a good day. I had been good getting things done. I had done dishes, cleaned the bathroom and was ready to take my father shopping all before 10am. We did the stores my father wanted. We started at Entermann's Outlet where my father bought bread. I was proud of myself because I never once looked at the cakes and stuff. Then we went over to Sam's Club. There my father picked up essentials like paper towels, toilet paper, and other things for the house. Me, I bought my fruits there and was happy I didn't go near the cakes or cookies. The it was over to Target so my father could pick up things for his corgi, JJ. Okay so came home, unpacked the car and put the stuff away. All I needed now was gas. But I also wanted to go get some pictures of the Great South Bay, this time from near my home. I drove over a town so I would have easy access to two locations where there were docks. I happily snapped a couple of pictures and then figured I would go over to see Captain Andy's. That bar had had a long history with my family. In the early 70s my father use to come out to Mastic and Mastic Beach so he could go drinking and fishing with his buddies. As a child there were two bars that were really family places. They served food, made sure anyone who brought their kids had things for them to do, and basically made sure one adult was always able to drive. This was long before the days of the bars being required to have a designated driver. Captain Andy's was the bar my mother ended up learning to be a barmaid at. My mother basically had had many jobs in her life time. My father went on strike with the phone company and that meant Mom found work. I can remember her for months going the twenty minute drive out there where she would tend bar, cook food, clean up, and then come home. By the later the later half of the 70's we had moved out to the area. By the early 80's, my mother was working in the local school district. Fast forward 25 years and now Mom was retiring as a Teacher's Assistant. The old Captain Andy's was now Claire's by the Bay. It was a restaurant and catering hall down on the water. There are pictures of my mother's retirement from inside the building but now I was getting fond of my memories and wanted to capture that old building. Of course things change, which is something I forgot. The parking lot was really almost gone now. The weeds and sea grass had filled the parking lot. At first I thought the damn building had been torn down but then the reality of the situation hit me. The catering hall hadn't survived the recession. Early last fall it had closed and the windows and doors had been boarded up. the neatly kept gray building was now a mess. The docks that had gone out into the bay were gone leaving only the pilings which looked like tombstones jutting out of the water. The building itself was now marked with spray paint of words, signs, and pictures. I couldn't bring myself to snap a photo of what it had become. The place of my memories was gone and a shell of it was left. I never mind seeing progress make over spots where things have fallen on hard times. I have a problem with the hard times make spots that have been in business for 60 or so years fade because the economy has turned to garbage. So now another part of my past and that of my family's is gone. Seems I missed the opportunity to get a picture of this place for my own records. Now it has only my memory to live on in.

Thanks. Now all I can see is a bunch of kids running, jumping, and trying their best to ignore the star in bright pink leggings. You might not want to say anything but lord no one is going to forget his quirk! And naturally the idiot who thinks he is better than everyone didn't help matters. But I sure as hell enjoyed this.

I find that parents who read to their children create special bonds with them. The favorite book I have from my childhood, I've bought and given copies of to my godchild and to the children of my closest friends. It is the book I read to them. It has a way of binding us together and making everyone feel that special time of wonder. Thanks for sharing this one Cia.

See and Uh as the characters Cia? LOL. Lord and people accuse me of having an over active imagination. I loved that whole little world you created. Who gets to control the dreams, the food you eat, and all of it. I am going to have to look at that prompt closely and give it a shot. Loved it.

LOL. Well I figured this was one story to fit the bill of taking the blame. Hate to admit it has a foothold in reality. I shouldn't be allowed to drink if I know your secrets and you are pissing me off.

Well it was about describing nipples. lol. I had fun with it.

Hmm. I'll have to see what I can add to make her live more than. Thanks for the comment Cia.

Thanks Cia. I didn't have to look to hard to find an idea for this one. It is close to home for me as well.

I like relationships that you can toy with. I think men and women get that way when the person they love is sick. They just want to take over. But the thing to remember is while they might be sick they are still the same person you have always loved and they still need to live their lives.

Thanks Cia. I will go back and do that. Although now it should be more fun since I will be writing the prompts. lol

Well I just think that it doesn't have to be shown to be sexy or for you it to be explicit. Glad you liked though Cia.

This picks up later in the story. Death thanks him for the help remember.

I'm always glad when a story helps to inspire someone write more.

He had to keep pushing me and then wondered why it all went wrong. So he was getting married for the second time, big deal. Did he have to keep ragging on me. "Don't worry, Rip, everyone will eventually find someone. Now just help me finish up so we can get to the party. I'm so going to be god damn late as it is." Sure, he will be late. Me, I get to take the blame and keep another of his god damn secrets. Does he care how I feel? No, of course he doesn't. I am just th

I admit that I am still one of the old ones who loves the feel of pen and paper. I will sit down to write postcards, letters, and cards to friends. I am insomniac and it helps me stay in touch with people. Today however was different. I literally sat down and wrote out 18 postcards, three cards, and two letters. I sat and wrote these things out. I've had people ask my why I don't just email them to the people involved. To be honest, because I personally enjoy getting mail. I might get lazy and not check my email but I always check the mailbox. There is something about getting mail that isn't a bill. I enjoy so much finding a letter from a friend telling me what is happening in their life. The postcard of someone traveling who takes that moment to fill me in. The joy of getting a birthday card, Christmas card, or any other card is one I can't always explain to people. I send cards for any occasion. You are pregnant, expect a card. I find out you are sick, here is your get well card. You and your partner have an anniversary, I'm so happy for you and yes here is the card. Christmas, Easter, Halloween, St. Patrick's Day, and even the 4th of July are just excuses to sit down and play catch up with the people I care about. Some live too far to just hop in the car and visit. So for me mail is still an important option. Sending along best wishes, photos, and putting stickers on the envelope are all part of what I do. Then today I have to admit to indulging in my other favorite pursuit. I found some new recipes of my mother's in a back drawer while cleaning today. I made copies into my recipe box so that I don't lose them. This year at Christmas when I send out the holiday cards I will be asking my family for their favorite recipes. I figure I will gather them all up, type it up, put it into a book, go down to Staples, have copies made, and send a copy of the book to everyone who contributes. I know i have forever lost some of the recipes my mother made because well she never wrote them down. I am hoping this encourages family members to go get these favorites before they are forever lost to them. Then we can all share them. So that has been my day today. Not too bad. Now to get back to my chapter.