A short and direct fantasy. Because we always need one or two of those ;)I sat across from my teacher, not really knowing what to say exactly. Here I was, days from my eighteenth birthday and graduation;

Part II of the Peeping Tammy story. Enjoy! I’d been mortified by the incident that took place a few weeks ago; my peeping incident. I avoided Dylan at all costs. I used to share a quick talk

I took the stairs two at a time and fumbled with the keys to get into my apartment. I knew he’d be home by now. I threw off my coat as soon as I entered and shut the door behind me. I dared