Eric stepped out of the rain-soaked street and into a corner dairy. It was a long walk back to his flat and he needed something warm in his stomach, not to mention in his chilled hands, for the journey. The dairy was bright and typically cramped, the faint aroma of peppermint tea filled the air. The Indian man behind the counter was watching some strange Indian movie on his telly, the kind where the actors danced and sang for no apparent reason. The clerk briefly glanced up at him in greeting, Eric nodded in return. After filling a paper cup with hot water he picked out a newspaper, there was only one copy left, and went to the counter. Eric always enjoyed the odd looks he got when he bought a newspaper at ten at night. But the Indian clerk said nothing and showed no interest in his odd selection.
Original Research Scene 23
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The Wrong Bus Scene 96
Maybe it was because she was overbearing, she still treated him like a little boy. But was she that...
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Alvin in the First Scene 28
Jokingly he said, “You trying to run off without saying so-long to your bestest bud?” “Gary!” I cheered when...
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Our Beloved Tyrants Scene 13
She drew his face closer, until his mouth and nose were pressed against her cold, moist womanhood, where he...
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Simon Stay with Aunty Scene 32
Simon is laid on the diaper mat, Aunt May puts diaper rash cream on his now red bottom. She...
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Dreaming of a Dark Winter Scene 21
“We can leave things here,” said her father, who had stripped down to just a thin long-sleeved shirt under...
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Ellen’s Visitor Scene 62
“Ellen,” Nancy said, making an exaggerated sniffing sound. “Ellen, do you smell what I do?” Ellen took a whiff...
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Surrogate Scene 74
No words were necessary, but Erin blushed. Erin stripped the bed and carried her urine-soaked sheets and pajamas down...
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Ellen’s Visitor Scene 60
He found no such thing, Instead, he was greeted with boxes among boxes of old unused things; some...