Kat, or maybe it was akabukowski, once said to me that everyone thinks their life would make a good book.
She is probably right. What do you think?
Here is your chance.
Let's all tell stories from our experiences as we traveled through time.
Ahh, but there has to be rules. They will be pretty loose, but rules there must be.
1. It can be any experience that you want to tell us about.
2. It can be as short as one line. Or as long as fifty. Anything over thirty will be deleted.
3.You do not have to end the story at fiftyy lines, but you have to quit writing at the end of fiftyy lines. You can not post again until at least one other person has posted something.
This ensures that everyone gets a chance.
4.You can continue on the same subject or jump to a new one.
5. Nothing is required to be in chronological order.
6. Very Graphic Sexual discriptions should be posted in the sex talk group. You can direct us to go there if we want to read about it.
7. No one will be checking the facts
8. Additional rules will be posted and implemented as I see fit.
Step right up and post. who knows, the next knock on your door may be Spielberg asking for the movie rights.
OK, I was 20 and too high to think straight. My cousin Dave asked me if I wanted to come to a party at his house on Sat. night. He then told me it wasn’t a regular kind of party, but was a swap partners kinda thing. I told him that the 2 different girls I was dating at the time wouldn’t do anything like that. He told me they didn’t need another couple, just an extra guy because the ring leader of this whole thing, Chuck, had talked his girlfriend, Patty into inviting one of her girlfriends, and the needed an extra guy. (Chuck, had his eye on the newby and I was supposed to be there to take care of his girlfriend) Anyway, I went. And then went again. And again. These parties were pretty much a weekly thing. After awhile, I lost one of my girl friends, and it turned out that my other girl friend, Carla, kinda wanted to join the party. This went on for about 6 months, and then Chuck asked me if he could take Carla to a Stones concert. I told him that was up to Carla, and she ended up going. Carla and I had been planning a vacation to Colorado for several months, but when it came time, she became ill, and I ended up taking Patty. Patty kinda latched on to me because I treated her good, and Chuck was a pretty nasty guy. We pretty much stopped going to the parties, and a couple months later, she told me she was pregnant. Like an idiot, I believed her and we got married. She wasn’t pregnant, and she ended up in bed with Chuck within 6 months of us getting married.
Moral of the story, never marry a person you meet at a swap party.
I was about 26 and had a consuming desire to at least get a chance to have a relationship with Betty. I had been involved in a seance with her and 5 other people in a car parked atop a ridge in the midst of Indian burial grounds. Betty had a reputation as a real honest to goodness witch and she did get the car to vibrate and shake. At least it appeared so.
I happened to bump into her and a few of her friends one night and was asked if I could drive her home since she was a bit under the weather. I thought she was probably just a bit tipsy from the booze and gladly buckled her into my car. I'm speeding her home with the top down, lot of wind in her face, babbling about this and that, not quite sure if she heard or understood me when I decide to just reach over and grab one of her tits through her tank top. Real smooth.
About 5 seconds later she tells me to pull over and stop the car. When I'm on the shoulder she opens the door, gets out, kneels on the ground and proceeds to start making what sounded like incantations. I immediately think, shit she is putting a curse on me. I run over to her side of the car screaming, 'Please don't, I don't want my dick to fall off, I'm sorry.' Etc, etc, etc. Then I see what she is doing - just making some wretched barfing noises as she is puking. She just looks up at me and says, "What the f*ck are you talking about" I say "Oh, nothing.
So I drove her home, we said goodnight, and never had any contact with each other after that. Years later I learned Betty had an even more attractive older sister that Betty never told me was interested in seeing me.
Good point, Kooner.
"Sticks and Stones, Etc. Words can hurt, but only if you let them."
So very true but I have also read some words posted on-line that w/o clarification can be read as actual threats even without directing them to a particular person. That is scary.
This is a very complicated subject. And it is my bedtime. So, at this time I'll just say that I disagree with you and Paul.
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