Her email read that she was sending in the rest of her materials. Sara Lichen was constantly late with her work. Her twin sister Sandy got her work in on time but the quality was inferior. Both women were older students in my night research class. At the close of the Monday night class the majority of the students left the room. However, Sara and Sandy stayed behind. Sara approached the podium. "Dr.

Rules are to be broken, rules are to be abridged, rules are to be changed; but for Heather, there were no rules. My spring semester had finally come to a conclusion, and the process of totaling up points, sorting grades, and amassing papers was heavy on my shoulders in the final days. My desk was a rubbish heap, knee deep in graded and un-graded research papers. She quietly tapped on my open door. "Dr. Browne." My concentration broke; I looked up at the young woman standing in my doorway. "Yes.

Kari and I have been good friends for quite sometime. We first met in an adult chat room on the net. We soon became close friends, even though we live on opposite sides of the country, sharing with each other our family life. We get along great, just as if we had grown up in the same neighborhood. Weve shared files and pictures during some of our chats with each other. Kari has a lot of the same interests as I do. We share adult animated cartoons, and we each write some poetry.

The weather report was calling for more snow. It was Christmas Eve and she sat in her chair sipping coffee and wondered at how much more they would have before morning. The wind had picked up a bit so she knew the roads would probably be closed with snow drifts. Another Christmas spent alone it looked like. There had been plenty of those these past few years.

Chasing down the road as fast as we dare go. Trying to find a spot outside the glow of the city lights. We are chasing the moon, trying to capture its magnificent beauty on film. Spotting a dirt road that leads up into the hills, we slow down and turn the car up it. Weve got to find a high spot so we can get the picture. We must hurry. The moon keeps setting lower and lower in the night sky.

Working as hard as I do I get few pleasures in life. The few I do get are far and few between sometimes. Driving truck has always had its draw backs, but then it also has a few surprises. I got one of those surprises one cool morning while waiting for my truck to warm up. A friend of mine had never rode in a large truck before and had asked if she could come along. Being the gentleman I am I said sure why not.

Although tinged with authority your voice is soft and deep, almost a whisper. Your command, as always, is put to me so graciously. It suggests that I have a choice, but we both know that Ill acquiesce. Without saying a word I kneel, facing the big leather chair that is yours and yours alone. One of my hands rests on either thigh, cheeks on my calves and my chin is lowered. Briefly I raise my eyes to take in your form - your arms, your chest, your muscular

The first time I saw her she was empting a wastebasket in my office. "Youre new." She looked up and smiled. "No, just temporary, I helping Maria. Im Roxie." The gangly teenager dropped my wastebasket back into its holder and then disappeared down our row of offices. I went back to my paperwork. "Cool." After the first meeting I saw her around campus several more times and each time she smiled and waved. One day I asked our regular janitor, Maria, about Roxie.

I stir from slumber during the early, dawn hours. As I slowly edge my way towards consciousness I become aware of your toned body close to mine. I sigh. You always remind me of something powerful, protective. You make me feel safe. You are my man. The room is hot and still. My eyes open slightly and I tease back the soft sheet with one hand, hoping this will cool my naked body. It doesnt.

This is a story told to me by a dear close friend. Its his story as best as I can remember. I write it for him and his lovely wife. I hope it brings happiness, and fond memories to them. "Damn the bad luck anyway. Just get in from a five day run in the truck and I have this happen. Guess being gone all the time seems to have taken its toll on our marriage. Guess she just couldnt handle it anymore, me not being here, her needing someone to