The Village Arms pub was a typical village pub. Or rather, typical of what a village pub used to be. The village itself was somewhat of a happy anachr...nism. Pottersbridge still had several shops and had managed to retain its Post Office. It was prosperous and Simon realised that, although it had problems (minor graffiti on the bus stop which still -miraculously- had a bus service several times a day!) the village was living a charmed life. As he opened the door into the large, well-appointed. ............................................................................................................... I pulled my wet shirt over my shoulders and stood looking at myself in the mirror, grimacing at my wild hair and mud streaked cheeks. I wriggled out of my knee length skirt and socks leaving my self only in my underwear and paused. I closed my eyes, imagining Bens face and hard muscular body. I felt myself getting wet, liquid pooling in my panties. Slowly I lifted my hand to my slit,. You all are the greatest and inspire me with your wonderful words,powerful prose, and terriffic tales. Please, for the love of God, keep writing! Mindy has my permission to post this on Fictionmania. It may also be postedon any other FREE site as long as I'm notified.It's Lonely at the TopCopyright (c) 1999 by Chilli TNG Jackson's fingers trembled as he reached for the glowing red button. He was about to make the single most important decision of his career -- hell, of his life -- and. "Doctor Meadows smiled and I knew she could read me like a book. "And how often is not often or not a lot?"If I was digging that hole, my ass would be halfway to China by now. I sort of shrugged as I knew Mom was staring intently at me. "Um, lately, I'd say two or three times a day, I guess" Then added for good measure because it was true, "Maybe four or five if the ache is really bad."By now Mom was probably sat there wondering how her quiet and shy little boy had suddenly turned into a.