Mr. Harrington was my favorite teacher in high school. He was twenty-three and in just his second year of teaching. He was only six years older than me when I was in his English class. He was the most handsome man, with the most incredible sparkling blue...
I guess I was a little slow in becoming sexually active, at least that is the way it felt listening to almost all my friends describe all the encounters they had had with the much discussed 'Penis'. It seemed like every time I got together with my friends...
I couldn't wait to get out of town during the summer's first humid hot spell. I was looking forward to a few days away from the kids' latest crisis and a grouchy husband. It was always so nice up at the lake where my older sister and her husband lived. Th...
