That note from her was the last time I ever heard from her. Even though I know it was nothing to her, to me, to this day, I still miss her. Is that si...ly or just sad?After Sal told me this, I thought back over that last year or so of work. I remembered how he, a usually taciturn sort of guy who rarely smiled and had a wit as dry as the Sahara, had suddenly started smiling at odd times. Neither I nor anyone else had ever made the connection, but on reflection, I guess I should have. When our. Please e-mail to me: [email protected] or [email protected], this is a piece of adult fiction. If you are underage, or if you find it offensive, please go elsewhere. Quickly.Graduation DayBy Samantha MichelleCopyright 2000 Too many years, too many fears faced and conquered. I stared at the list of people to whom I was sending graduation invitations. I had invited everyone. Friends and enemies.My alarm sounded, reminding me it was time to begin preparations. I was glad that. She pushed back with her lips; I saw hunger, pain, love and a lot of other emotions in the kiss. I said Shobha auntie, I want you. She kept quiet, glanced towards the living room where the children were sitting. She turned back put her right had behind my head, with one swift move of her left hand, she removed the front four buttons of her Front-Open nightie and pressed my head onto her right nipple. I could smell her. Her light brown right nipple was brushing my dry lips and I didn’t know what. I didn't even know I had lost the battle."My name is Jo and I'll be your waitress tonight" What would you like sir" (the accent melted my heart)" Chicken fried steak, mashed potatoes, green beans, and gravy please."After she brought me dinner, I ordered desert, and coffee. Then I asked her out. She could not go to a bar or club, since she was only eighteen. The only other thing to do was the drive in. I wondered what was playing, then I thought. It had better be good because I couldn't seduce.