Although she didn't think sheknew this strange girl, she did, quite oddly, seem very familiar."Of course you know me. We met at the frat party last n...ght," repliedMitch. "I don't know how you managed to do this, but I know you musthave done this to me." He held his newly slimmed arms out from hisbody. "Why?" I don't know what the hell you're talking about; I've never been toa college frat party, although I'd imagine I'll be going to severalof them once I've graduated from high school. And. They never had children of their own and over the years she had always treated me as if I was her baby sister as she put it.Mrs. Bookmen had a backyard pool, and from the time I was ten or so, I was next door practically everyday during the summer. Both my parents worked and during the summer since I wasn't in school, Mrs. Bookmen would check up on me and I would spend most days just lounging around her pool or at my house watching TV. Sometimes I would have a friend over. She was around forty. ..and he'd become so ill, he hurried off toward the nearest bathroom...Cynthia's. The irony did manage to strike him somewhere underneath his state of panic as he flopped his weakened body onto his cold, distant, materialistic wife's brand new bed. She got a new bed ever other year, and he let her – anything to keep her smiling at the clients and more importantly, at the other partners. He was barely able to see, and he hung his head despite Clara's attempts to raise it towards her. She was. I’ve been writing erotic fiction for over a year now. It’s still a new genre for me but one that I find very enjoyable. I’ve published a handful of stories in this vain. You indicated that you wanted 10,000 words, I have a story that I’m just putting the finishing touches on that tops out at 20,000. Neither my proof reader nor my editor have seen it, so it’s still ‘virgin’, so to speak, just me. It’s a good story, my publisher has accepted my last eight stories, this one is much better than.