Stolen clothes Stories

“That’s it. You lost the bet!” Jessie declared. “Now you owe us a dare.” It was true. We sat in the campus tavern as the game ended. My beloved Chicago Bears had been defeated 27-24 by those rascally Detroit Lions. Most fans in the bar were as unhappy as I was, though they hadn’t made such a stupid wager. “Don’t forget, you were warned,” Billie Hammer said, pointing at me with her smirking grin. The long-haired blonde had...

Sometimes friends aren’t who you think they are. I wasn’t doing well at Wahoo Cumberland University, my grades middling, the tuition high, and I was the lowest totem on the track team. But at least I had one friend, my good buddy Gary Conrad, who I’d known at Midvale Valley High School. We played a lot of sports, dated girls, and had daring adventures. I trusted him completely, until that day that everything seemed to cha...