Willem, Trista and the Birthday Gift By: Rae Post Feedback | Printer Friendly Format | Send Private Message [STRAIGHT] [TESTICLES] The infamous doctor makes a housecall for Trista's birthday gift.

Willem, Trista and the Birthday Gift - Pt. II By: Rae Post Feedback | Printer Friendly Format | Send Private Message [STRAIGHT] [TESTICLES] Trista receives the ultimate gift.

My old Volvo station wagon, all 147,000 miles made the final left onto Cottage Avenue, Buxton, NC, but not before noticing the Diamond Shoals restaurant parking lot, which was riddled with SUVs and trucks, showing off various fishing rods and coolers. Ah, the September anglers, who sought the striped bass catch at the Point and the celebrity of having their picture posted on the board at the Red Drum Tackle Shop, a drunken smile upon their faces, fingers dirty and grimy with fish gill. I sighed ...

Dawn came and Reilly licked my face to be let out. I arose from the couch, opened the screen porch door and out he ran. I noticed that Allaire had already begun the ritual of prayer and coffee. I joined her, giving thanks for another day and prayed for guidance and discernment in my own life and of course, a safe trip home. Allaire was oddly quiet and mysterious, methodically collecting her belongings and stripping her bed. I peeped in. Her hair was tied back, a gauzy pink and purple shirt swung...

“I want you to remember the story I told you when I visited the harem in Africa 15 years ago, “ said Allaire. Like a small child, I asked, “Could you tell me again?” “Of course, I will,” she responded. I curled up close to her and let her arm circle my shoulder and I closed my eyes. “In the northern part of Africa, I volunteered to go into the desert to assist some social workers who were investigating women’s health issues.” “The harem was referred to as a ‘weepen’. There were elabo...

I awoke to the smell of freshly brewed coffee and burning wood. I was on the chintz couch in the living room of the cottage. I couldn’t see much, just the fireplace raging and the mantle glowing. Then the recall hit – “Holy shit, it had been Max on that pile – his face disfigured, but still handsome.” I could hear mumbling in the kitchen and tried to get up. Allaire and Reilly came out from the kitchen. “Hey, “ she said softly. “Don’t ask right now. Just sip this.” I grabbed the mug, t...