1. Marcy's Playground 1 by loyalsock


    Date: 9/5/2017, Categories: First Time Author: loyalsock 

    Even in my wildest fantasies, I never dreamed something like this could ever happen to me. Not that my fantasies were ever all that wild to begin with—but still—me, little, quiet, shy Marcy, in the midst of... Well, I should back up. It all started the week after high school graduation. ... I hugged the box I was carrying to my chest. It contained a small plant, a framed picture of the Dallas Cowboys (with signatures, thank you), a toiletry case, and two books. Fired, after one week as a secretary for A & M. I stood in the blinding hot Indiana summer sun and bit back tears. This sucked. My first real job. My plans to save for college. Ruined. I had the urge to dig a hole in the pavement and stick my head in it; a tiny human ostrich with head in the ground and butt in the air. But instead I f***ed my shoulders back. I wrenched open the door of my beat-up Honda and put the box on the passenger seat. Jobs were scarce here. If it took most of the summer job hunting, then where would I be? Ahh, crap. I took my cell phone out of my purse and dialed my friend Bevvie. &#034Hey Marcy,&#034 she said when she picked up. &#034I'm having a triple chocolate Haagen Daas emergency,&#034 I said. &#034Come right over,&#034 she said. I was a few blocks from Bevvie's house when I saw the hot guy with the wavy dark hair. As usual he was walking his two big dogs. He was always just far enough away that I could never get a really good look at him. Just as I strained to see him better, my air ...
    ... conditioner conked out. It was 100 degrees outside with a UV index of a thousand, and bang, no air conditioning. My long brown hair immediately plastered to my face and shoulders. I arrived in one piece and knocked on Bevvie's door. &#034Whoa,&#034 she said when she saw me. &#034Serious emergency, Marce. You look like you've been through a high-test washing machine on the super hot water setting.&#034 &#034Thanks.&#034 Bevvie stepped back and let me in. She had a pint of ice cream and a spoon in her hand and she handed them to me. I opened the container and dug right in. &#034I was fired,&#034 I said around a mouthful of heavenly goodness. &#034Oh, poor baby,&#034 she said. &#034I would hug you, but, ah...&#034 &#034That's okay.&#034 She got an ice cream container for herself, and we stood in the kitchen near the sink enjoying the creaminess. I caught a glance of the two of us in the reflection from the window. Bevvie weighs about 350 pounds. She's really tall, has curly, short blonde hair, and an outgoing personality. I'm just barely over four feet, ten inches tall. When people ask me, &#034What do you want to be when you grow up?&#034 I say, &#034Five feet tall.&#034 It always gets a laugh. I used to be a competitive gymnast, but when I started sprouting serious major curves in all the right places I gave it up. I have bone straight dark brown hair that reaches down to my butt in the winter. As a concession to how hot this summer has been already, I cut it so that now it's just ...
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