Okay, so maybe I’m not the most attractive teenager in the world. Boys don’t even look at me when I walk down the halls at school. Their eyes are focused on the pretty ones, the cheerleaders and the prom queens. I’ve never been on a date, and the only boy I ever kissed was Evan Merkle. It wasn’t much of a kiss, more like a peck during spin the bottle in the seventh grade. That was before I shot up like a beanstalk. Now I’...

On Saturday afternoon, Laura went to a get-together with a high school friend from out of town. When she arrived at the restaurant, no one was there. She called Kathy, who informed her she had the wrong weekend. Laura returned home, mad at herself for making such a stupid mistake. To ease her frustration and take her mind off her blunder, she decided to do some housework before Luke returned home. He had told her he was g...

Angel Martinelli slipped on a red blouse over a green skirt as she dressed for her husband’s office Christmas party. She looked in a mirror and fluffed her auburn hair. She had aged well. At forty, her skin was smooth with just a hint of crow’s feet at the edges of her blue eyes. “Put something decent on,” Tom, her husband, barked. “That skirt is too tight and way too short, and your tits look like they might fall out of...