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A Day with Daddy

I got everything I wanted and more

A Day with Daddy By Cynthia Green This happened about four years ago when I was 17 and a junior in high school. It would probably be best if I told you a little about myself first. I was, what you might call a late bloomer. At sixteen I was skinny, wore glasses, had braces on my teeth and a bad case of acne. I grew up in a protected household. Not exposed to boys much. Not...Read On

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A Lucky Break

A broken leg isn't always bad

A Lucky break by Cynthia O. Green I was, what you might call a late bloomer. I grew up in a protected household. Not exposed to boys much. Not really interested in boys until after what happened in this story. I went to a private all girl high school and was more interested in sports and academics than boys. Suddenly, or so it seemed, at sixteen I bloomed. Almost overnight I developed...Read On

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Happy Birthday, Grandpa

I was what you might call a late bloomer, real late. I wore braces on my teeth until I was nearly 17. Couple that with being skinny, wearing glasses, straight hair, bouts of acne and I think you get the picture. I grew up in a protected household. Not exposed to boys much. Not really interested in boys until after what happened in this story. I went to a private all girl high school and was...Read On

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Keeping it in the Family

a family vist turns into an unexpected pleasure

Keeping it in the Family By Cynthia Green I received a letter from my favorite uncle and aunt inviting me to visit them for a while during the summer. They mentioned the fact that they had remodeled their house and even added a swimming pool. Having a two week vacation coming up I called them and made arrangements to visit them the second week of June. I hadn’t actually seen them for...Read On

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uncle John

Uncle John by Cynthia Green This story is total fiction. This happened about five years ago when I was 16 and a junior in high school. It would probably be best if I told you a little about myself first. I was, what you might call a late bloomer. I grew up in a protected household. Not exposed to boys much. Not really interested in boys until after what happened in this story. I went to...Read On