{This story is the third of a series. To those who have already read the others the length on this one is a little shorter, but I think you'll see why when you read it} Have you noticed that whenever there's a clock in a store, it's behind the counter? My theory is that employers think that their employees will spend less time checking it if it's not in plain sight. Really all it meant for my was a slightly sore neck as I...

{If you haven't already, read part 1. A Helping Hand, and this will make a lot more sense to you.} The way my night had gone it wasn't really all that odd that my dreams were filled with steam and sex, mostly with Jamie but also Kelly too. That was different. Kelly was sexy and I’d known that, especially the past few months, but I'd never really looked at her that way myself. In my dreams she kept showing up at my doorway...

When I was nineteen I was your pretty average guy. I was five eleven, medium build, blonde hair, brown eyes. Lived in a small as town in the middle of South Carolina. There wasn't much to do and when I wasn't forcing myself into the affliction known as homework I was either entertaining myself with whatever I'd most recently managed to scrounge some cash together to buy, or I was usually hanging out with Kelly, my sister....