Jackie cheered on her son from the stands of his high school baseball field. At eighteen years old, he was the team's best player, and on track for a major league career already.
Jackie was fairly young for a mother, in her late 30s. She regularly trained with her son, and was therefore in great shape. She had long, brunette hair and green eyes, as well as a supple 38C chest. Mark had been born just after her own graduation, but unfortunately, her high school sweetheart wasn't happy with just one woman. After one too many affairs, the pair had split, and so now it was just her and Mark.
"So do you want a divorce?" Tom asked his wife as he watched her bend over to put the dinner in the oven.
"Why do you keep asking me that?!" Beth snapped as she slammed the oven door shut.
"Well is seems like that's the next step when two people fight non-stop" he answered as he set his glass down on the table.
I'll never have another summer like this one! I was eighteen and feeling so grown up now that I was about to enter college. As excited as I was to be a freshman, without question the biggest day of the entire summer, maybe even the biggest day of my entire life to that point, was the day I gave my virginity to Steve. Steve was the brother of my friend Sharon. Just a few weeks earlier it was like he didn't even notice me with my small boobs and skinny legs but after flirting with him as his family's camp with some of Sharon's friends he asked me out!! I gave him my first blowjob that night and a couple weeks later we had sex for the very first time. Well, it was MY very first time but that's all that mattered to me.
My husband and I seem to be fighting all the time these days. It started out with petty issues and now we don't see eye to eye on anything. We had another blowout fight this Saturday. Jim walked out the door and I didn't think he would be coming back. I was sitting at the dining room table sobbing. Our eighteen year son Nick walked into the room.
I'll just leave all this shit in the car for now. I thought, stepping up to the door and unlocking it. Coming home after three years of college out of state brings a lot more awkwardness than I thought. First there was the dog, who somehow still remembered me, bless his heart. Yipping and yapping while my mom practically tackled me with a hug. Technically his name was "Baxter" but we all just called him "Dog" anyway. Probably a bit cold, I can't imagine being called "Human" and liking it, but then again he's a dog and doesn't understand English, so that makes the whole thing come full circle, I guess.