And Then Came the Honeymoon

This is the 2nd chapter of our friends visit. If you remember at the end of our fun adventure at Josie's house Lara went to the truck naked, and we headed home. As luck would have it, I was speeding and got pulled over by a state trooper. As he came to the truck Lara started giggling (still naked). Trooper looked in with his flashlight and asked for my license and insurance. Lara reached into the glove box and got my insurance card. The flashlight slowly took in her nakedness. He asked what we had been doing and Lara took the lead. She left nothing out starting with the pool, cooking, watching a porn and the sharing at the end. Cop then asked if we had been drinking. I told him we had not been drinking but were just having fun and I would like to get home to put Lara to bed. She was obviously tired. Lara then said she should take a breathalyzer just to prove we were sober. I tried to quiet her, but she was having fun. The trooper said that could be arranged if I didn't mind.

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Pretending to be a man wasn't as easy as she thought. But Mulan did not regret her decision, as it would be the only thing saving her father from having to go back to the battlefield, and die there. But she already looked like a fool a lot of times, and she could feel in her bones that General Li Shang hated her and would take the first excuse to send her away. And when that happen, what would happen to her dear father? She needed to get away for a bit, and to bathe -- it was not like she could get undressed in front of the other drafted. If she did, her secret would not last long, that was for sure. So as the moon started to rise, she sneaked out of the camp, making her way to that lake a few hundred meters from there. The scene was quite beautiful, at this time of the night : the moon and stars reflecting on the water's surface, the sounds of nature all around her, and the light breeze in the air were depicting a nice evening. Still making sure no one was looking, Mulan fin

This is a shorter one. Very little character development. I got the idea as my wife and I were going through old photos looking for our first batch to be sent away to be digitized along with some old Super 8 films. And no, my wife isn't the reason I wrote this, just my fevered brain in action. Also, like most of my stories, there is no overt sex, especially any mention of anyone under the age of 18. I was elbow deep in old photos that I was planning on sending to a local lab for digitizing when I came up with the perfect gift for my wife, our three kids, and our extended families next year when she and I celebrated twenty-five years of wedded bliss. We had thousands of pictures from when we first met in grade school, right up through when we started dating in high school, on to college together, and then our married life. You would think that the pictures of when we were kids would still be with the respective parents but, no, Lizzie had asked for those when the kids were little

A letter from the grave has life-changing consequences for a grieving husband and devoted sister. "Thank you for agreeing to help me with this Victoria. I don't think I could do it by myself, but I guess it's time." "You don't need to apologise for anything, Frank. I know it's difficult, and it's only been two weeks since Jessica... well, it's not been a long time. I'm glad to help." Victoria took Frank's hand as they entered the bedroom. It had been the master bedroom, but as her cancer got worse Jessica's insisted Frank move into the spare room so he could get some sleep rather than listen to her all night. They both glanced at the bed, almost expecting to see Jessica's frail and pale figure popped up on the pillows. Now there was just the fresh bedding. "I haven't been able to sleep in here since she went. I don't think I'll ever be able to sleep in here again, Victoria." There was nothing she could