It had been a long night. Watching a XXX tape on Rose Ann's new VHS machine. Taking care of Rose Ann during her drunken state. It had also been an early morning when Rose Ann, waking with the urge to pee, had screamed bloody murder after finding me in her bed and clutching her boob. Both of us were still feeling the effects from our drunken binge. Even with the drama of the last hour, it was Rose Ann who stretched out l...

I left Rose Ann to sleep it off on the washroom floor. Returning to the kitchen, I'd just cleaned up the last of the mess we'd made when I heard her retching up another offering to the Porcelain Goddess. I hurried to hold her hair out of the toilet water again and gave her more water in a glass to swirl and spit when she was done. Afterwards she was leaning against the wall next to the toilet paper roll and moaning weakly...

Back in the early 80s, my Mum moved us to America when her company offered her the job as an assistant regional manager in 'The Colonies'. I was seventeen and entering my senior year. The transition from a British all-boys prep school to a co-ed local high school was very, umm, transitional, to say the least. My 'accent' made me stand out from the crowd of fellow students. That and my lean, athletic build from years of pl...