Peter Richardson pulled up the car in the drive and walked into the house. As he entered the living room, a short and fair woman with a protruding belly rose from a couch and hugged him.
"Welcome dear, how was it?", she asked.
"Well, your son is now a student of Cambridge College", he replied and planted a kiss on her lips.
"How's my baby?", he asked putting his ear to her stomach.
"Kicking fine", she replied.
"I'm so tired", he said and sank into the couch.
"I know that and you must also be famished".
"Of course I am. You surely know my motto: I don't toy with my food as it can lead to a street fight", he joked.
She laughed then said, "go take a shower first before your meal. Don't worry, I cooked your favorite".
"Really".
"Yeah".
"I love you darling", he said and kissed her before leaving for the room.
"
Love you too", she said and proceeded to set the table.
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George opened his eyes but shut them almost immediately as his eyes were not adjusted to the light yet. He yawned and opened his eyes slowly to find a coarse but good-looking face boring into him.
"Please where am I and who are you?", he asked, frightened.
"Hi, this is the dormitory allocated to you students that resumed today and I am Jamie Dickens, the hostel prefect. It's nice meeting you", he said with a warm smile and extended his hand for an handshake.
"Where is my dad?", George asked, not taking his hand.
"Anyway, you are welcome to Cambridge College. This is a boarding school and you can't see your dad except on visiting days", Jamie said, feeling bitter about the snub and he glanced at his wristwatch.
"What the hell are you talking about?", cried George.
"The bitter truth is you are now a boarder in this prestigious school so I'll advice you to get dressed or you'll miss your dinner.
"No", George screamed as he pounded his bed with both fists
continually.
"It's a pity", Jamie murmured and walked out of the room.
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Thunder rumbled and the sky was occasionally lit by lightning. Leaves rustled in the wind as the rain fell heavily making everyone stay indoors. Sarah and Peter lay on the bed, lying in each other's arms, confessing their love for one another like young lovers.
"I love you so much Sarah, said Peter and he kissed her.
"I love you too darling", she replied.
He kissed her intensely now and caressed her body while she stroke his bears with one hand and rubbed his chest with the other. He planted a row of kisses from her navel to the nape of her neck and she moaned with pleasure. She could feel the energy flowing through him as he tugged at her blouse and removed all her clothes including her underwear. She did the same for him and drew the bedclothes over them.
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Recurring Tears
General Fiction"DO NOT TRY US ELSE YOU'LL PAY WITH YOUR HEAD " the note screamed. Tears, murder, disagreement, discord, treachery, and any other vices you can think of all entailed in one piece of writing. A tragedy that brings hundreds!!!! Note: If you are not s...
