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Oscar and Dangerous Latin Cougars

Thank you all for supporting my last iteration of this story, but I think it may have been the worst thing I've ever published. I rewrote the story and will hopefully be able to continue it in at least one, if not two more issues. Anyways, all characters in this story are fictional and of the legal ages of 20, 43,43 and 42. Any real life similarities to any real people are purely coincidental and accidental, as with the fictional Arizona city in the story. Any suggestions for further writing are welcomed. So please enjoy, and drop a comment telling me what you did or didn't like.

The elevator stops. I take a deep, shaky breath. The doors open. I look up, this is my chance. I moved out of the house at 20, a little late. I have been so nervous. What if I fail? This is my chance to make life my own. Find myself. I take one big confident step out of the elevator at the end of the hall, and turn to my right. Four doors. Two on the left and two on the right. I walk to the end of the hallway, to the last door on the left. The numbers Four-Oh-Four on the center of the door, my one shot at life lies behind these numbers. Taking a second to appreciate the moment, I stick the key into the lock and open the door. A small, open plan apartment awaits. A kitchen, bed, sofa and wall mounted Tv are immediately visible. A small bathroom/ closet combo sits around a corner, smelling of fresh lavender from the efforts of the property management.

The town of San Gria is a small community ...

... situated on the border of Arizona and Mexico. Only about 32 thousand people live here, not terribly small but far from a metropolitan area. My parents let me stay with them after high school so I could get my degree from a community college back home in New Mexico. They kicked me out after that, and I'm hoping to find my footing here in San Gria. I majored in business hoping to find some small office job for now whilst I pursue my clay sculpting and pottery passions. While my side gigs do net me a little extra cash in the spring when people want new pots to plant things in, I doubt I will see any success for several years.

I spent hours unpacking boxes, moving in furniture, cleaning my dishes that were caked with cardboard powder. I dedicate a large portion of my living space to my first love, pottery. Well, I say pottery but I actually mean any clay projects. I have spun all of my plates and bowls, but I've also carved statues the size of action figures, mimicking all of the most famous art forms from around the globe. My most recent collection is modeled around Aztecian idols. I work through lunch time and into the later hours of the evening before I finally break to eat. My dad and I used to watch this show called "Food trucks, Delis and Bistros." A pizzeria in San Gria was featured in one episode, and I promised my dad I would get some pizza on my first night. I placed an order over the phone for one medium thin crust margherita pizza, their specialty. Thirty minutes ...