There was always one rule in the morning, around ten o'clock when the sun was high in the sky. Shanna always liked her daughters to go outside in the back garden to tend the garden. The bushes, pot plants, and weeds all needed attention at least twice a week. Well, that was Shanna's rule, and it was important that her daughters learn the importance of nature. Carrie laughed a little while sprinkling the water bucket over...

The end is nigh. "Haman Baboa Wan, Haman Baboa Wan!" Fire illuminates various robed figures within the darkness; its orange column possibly wavering to the strange chants of the members surrounding it. Although not all know what they're reciting, it is undoubtedly filled with deep, mysterious meaning. "Booba Ya! Booba Ya!" Profound meaning in some cases. Despite the strange language, everyone keeps their expectations low...

A couple of months after Clarisse and I became a couple, a Navy chaplain, along with Clarisse’s husband’s commanding officer, appeared on our doorstep to inform us that her husband had been killed in a training accident. With special ops everyone died in training accidents, no one was ever killed in action because those actions were classified. We buried him on a Thursday morning with all the military fanfare a fallen Tea...

As it turned out, Clarisse had been a foster child herself, but I didn’t discover that until her former foster sister invited us out to their lakefront home for the fireworks on the lake. I had never met Clarisse’s sister and brother in-law before, but they had invited all of us out to their lake front home for dinner and the fireworks display on the water. They told us that we could spend the night because it’s an hour’s...

I have three wives today—Clarisse was first, Julie was next, and then Carol Ann—well, they really aren’t my wives, but I treat them as if they are. They use to be my foster family, Clarisse was my foster mom before I turned eighteen and foster care stopped paying her for my support, Carol Anne and Julie were my foster sisters. We saw very little of our dad, he was a member of the Teams and was always rushing off on some S...

Let me begin these memoirs by telling you that I was adopted when I was three years old by a young couple who couldn't have children of their own. My mom to be was infertile. Three years after adopting me, they adopted twin girls, Rachel and Renee, who were five at the time. Four years after that, a few weeks after my 10 th birthday, “Dad” was killed when he lost control of the twin engine Cessna that he was piloting and...

An ass like Marilyn Monroe, tits like Carmen Electra, a smile like Beyonce and legs like a model. That was Chantelle in one hit. That, was my sister. We were close and we had always got along well because we were the same age, but she wasn't actually related to me because she was adopted at birth from my mom's best friend in Sweden, who had sadly passed away with her husband in a car crash. Chantelle had come to us at aro...