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Contents

Day 1
Chapter 1 (below)
Chapter 2
Chapter 3

Day 2
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11

Day 3
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20

Day ...

In those days, family vacations were a lot different than they are today. It wasn't uncommon in the early seventies for families to load up the old station wagon and hit the road to experience all the wonders the greatest, Goddamned country on Earth had to offer. The trip itself often left bored ...

A nice little story. I like the theme where younger males embarrass an older female. Putting the victim in a situation over which she has no control is stimulating.

Thanks for writing.

Hi!
So I made myself sit down and write a short story from beginning to end. I saw this idea on "r/dirtywritingprompts" on reddit and loved it. I had fun writing it, hope you have fun reading it!

The park was abuzz with activity as children and their parents enjoyed the warm spring day. A young ...

Everyone except Mary contributed to the task of unloading. I went onto the roof of the station wagon and passed down whatever pack or case dad ordered me to. He handed each one over to Bea or Cindy who were standing dutifully by to ferry it into the motel room. Mom was stationed on the other end to ...

Mary missed dinner? If that keeps happening, she'll lose weight. Call it the naked diet plan.

That night, I dreamt about underwear. It didn't take a dream interpreter to figure out why. Mary's underwear, especially her lack of it, had featured prominently in my day. It did get me reminiscing about when I first started to care what was going on under a girl's clothes. I even remember where it ...

Normally, shutting our whole family in a confined space, like a car, for extended periods, would lead to a ruckus. It wouldn't take long for Mary to start singing the latest pop songs with Cindy boisterously joining in on any parts she thought she knew the words to. Bea would be yelling at me over ...

There was nothing remarkable about my standard issue jacket. It was a boring, khaki color and made of a lightweight, cotton/polyester blend. There was a collar which you could flip up to block your face on a windy, autumn day. And while it didn't have a hood, it could keep you relatively dry should ...

Remember when I said I learned many valuable life lessons that summer? This was not one of those times. When Mary made a heavy, defeated sigh and said, "Ok, I'll do it. Just hurry!", I had every right to call foul. She had already rejected my first offer as ludicrously unfair. But I guess, after ...