” She would graze against my crotch with her hand and rub her butt against me. I would place my arms around her waist and move down toward her hips....She would take deep breaths in and exhale a slight moan, making my hard on strain against the neoprene material. I could smell her becoming aroused and slide my hand down the front of her bikini. It was wet and she had not been in the ocean all day. “Do you like that?” She was so wet and her smell was intoxicating. “You make me so wet, but we can't. I figured it was time to meet my mother. If she was going to be part of my life she needed and deserved to know the rest of it as well.Mom and Kelly got along like they had been best friends for years. I knew Mom would make Kelly feel welcome but this was so much more than that. Kelly really put on the charm and Mom couldn't have been more pleased with my choice of girl. It was actually a little scary how well these two got along!We had a wonderful dinner and Mom told Kelly that she could come. " Who do you suppose he really is?" asked Joe Peters, who had also lost money that morning."What's the skinny on him?" asked Phil Zucker. "I didn't hear about it yet." Turned up half dead over on Hopkins Lane," said Hank, who was watching with the rest of them. "He was lying in the snow, all by hisself, all torn up. Lulu put him in her car and took him to the emergency room." That little slip of a girl muscled HIM into her car?" Phil sounded doubtful."An angel of mercy," sighed Reverend. .."Bullocks! Bullshit!" he shouted.The short story is a concise medium, a style of writing that serves many purposes, but none of them long-winded: a quick bit of entertainment to pass idle time; a thoughtful piece of prose that takes five minutes to read and hours to get off one's mind; a serial adventure that has the reader encapsulated in an unreal world and unwilling to leave until the series is complete. Concise it may be, but powerful it is.So why should it be linear? Why would it fit.