Our First Sunday Dinner-Second Chances

SUNDAY DECEMBER 29, 2019

My church neighbors drive me home and we discuss what it will take to keep my next-door neighbor from further harassing me and what to do if he makes any more trouble with me.

“Tomorrow morning, we are presenting that video you sent us to the higher-ups in the city,” The lady says.

“If he starts any trouble with you between now and then, call 911, then call us,” Her husband adds.

“Will do,” I reply, then continue, “I just hope he leaves me alone since I am going to walk to my girlfriend’s house for dinner later today.”

“Is your neighbor correct about you and your girlfriend having intercourse in your house?” The man asks.

“No. He is wrong,” I pause, then continue, “We may have been alone together a few times but we never had intercourse, although we were tempted many times.”

“If y’all are alone together a lot, there will be chances for the sin of fornication to be committed,”

“My fear that God would punish us and cause us to split up is enough motivation for us not to have relations until we are married. I want her by my side for life and not only that, I want my relationship with her to be happy and fulfilling and I believe one of the ways to achieve that is to wait until marriage,” I tell them.

“That is so sweet,” The woman says, then continues, “My husband and I both come from broken marriages but we knew that our marriage had to be God-centered, and if none of our mental health skills would have saved it if it wasn’t.”

With that, we pull up outside the entrance to the gate of my hurricane fence.

I step out of their van with my backpack and the man says, “We will see you tomorrow night,”

“God willing, I’ll be there.”

They then drive off and I enter my gate then walk through my front yard.

The clouds and dampness seem to be moving away and it is now sunny and bright but still slightly chilly.

I walk up the steps, then cut across my porch and unlock my front door, then enter.

After I set my backpack down on my couch, get out of my Sunday best then turn my television set on.

I scan for channels and realize that because of the weather, more channels than usual are coming in.

For a few minutes, I sit and watch, until I get a text.

It’s from my girlfriend and it reads, “Come over a 1:30. I love you!”

So, I reply, “Will do and I love you too!”

I then look at my watch which indicates Noon Thirty Six.

I freshen up a bit and look for a shirt that is casual but still worthy of wearing while going out.

Finally, I find a Navy Blue Polo shirt with yellow stripes.

I put it on then sit and watch television until my watch indicates that it is 1:22.

With that, I turn off my television, then grab my backpack, and walk out the front door locking it behind me. I then walk across my porch, through my yard, and out the gate of my hurricane fence, then head east on the sidewalk.

Thankfully, my next-door neighbor is nowhere in sight nor is his truck parked on the curb in front of his house.

I walk briskly in the cool sunny air until I arrive at my girlfriend and her roommate’s house.

I look at my watch, which indicates 1:29:33 PM

So I knock on the door.

My girlfriend, dressed in black yoga pants and a gray shirt answers the door. I admire her for just a moment as those clothes accentuate all of her lovely features.

She then grabs me and plants a powerful on my lips. I feel so loved!

I play with her sexy love handles and then kiss her lips cheeks and neck several times in return.

She moans and coos with happiness, then we walk in.

I sit on her futon and she says, “Dinner will be ready in a few minutes, I hope you like it.”

“What are we having?” I ask.

“Oven Roasted Chicken with Carrots and Red Potatoes. Linguine Pasta with Butter and Three Cheese Blend. Steamed Broccoli Florets in a Butter Sauce.”

“Wow!” I say, then continue, “That sounds beyond amazing! I cannot wait to have some.”

“I cannot wait to see you enjoy it, but we need to make a plate for each of my roommates, for when they get off of work.”

“That’s fine.”

“Now you wait in the living room while I finish dinner,” She says as she wiggles her buttocks on me, then prances over to the kitchen with her hips swaying, her love handles bouncing, and her hair flowing from side to side.

In a few minutes’ time, she brings us both a plate.

We say grace then eat.

We both wolf down our meal as it is so good, blowing kisses at each other.

“You’re so sexy when you eat!” She tells me.

“So are you.”

“No, I mean I am highly turned on watching you so happily eat the meal I prepared!”

“I love you, baby!”

“I love you too, sweetheart!”

We then place the dirty plates in the dishwasher and turn on the television set and cable box.

My girlfriend tunes the cable box to the Hallmark Channel and we watch movies.

For hours we sit on her futon with arms around each other, sharing many kisses.

My girlfriend then points her buttocks in my direction and passes gas, then giggles.

“Oh baby, you are so hot!” I tell her as I grab her, hold her tightly and kiss her as I play with her hair.

“I only do that in front of you because I know you like it!”

“I wish you would sit on me and pass gas!”

Her eyes light up and she says, “That can be arranged…Lay down!”

So I lay on the sofa facing up and my girlfriend towers beside me.

I look up at all of her beautiful features, when she turns her back to me, then pulls down her yoga pants and says, “Thought you might like to see my cute panties before all goes dark for you!” She says with a naughty giggle

I stare up at her full-featured buttocks with a peach-colored granny panty covering them.

She is about to sit on my face with we hear car doors slam and horns briefly blare, indicating that her roommates are home.

Hurriedly she pulls her yoga pants back up, takes me by the hand, and pulls me up from the futon.

“Dang it!” I say.

“I”m sorry, sweetheart. I was looking forward to sitting on you.”

“You and me both.”

Her roommates enter the front door and go to each other their bedrooms.

After they come out my girlfriend serves them each their plates.

We then go sit on the porch steps, showering each other with affection until it is too cold.

We realize we both need to take our medication, so we exchange those three little words along with many hugs and kisses.

“Let me know when you made it home,” She says.

“Will do, my baby!” I reply.

My girlfriend then goes inside and I head home.

In due time I am in front of my house so I enter the gate of my hurricane fence, walk through my front yard, then up my steps and across my porch.

I unlock my front door, then enter and lock and deadbolt it once again.

Immediately afterward, I call my girlfriend, to which she sweetly answers.

I let her know that I made it home, then I give her our good night tidings, followed by us exchanging those three little words.

We then take our medication and go to sleep…

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Christmas in July-July 21, 2021

First of all, I do not own this image and therefore am giving credit whereupon credit is due. Secondly, I know that I should be boycotting Facebook, because of how they have treaded upon me, but I realize that these Christmas in July images are indeed enjoyable by at least a few of my Facebook [and Instagram] friends. Finally, some time late last week my writer’s block has left me and I am in the mood to be creative once again. So, submitted for your approval, is the words I believe this picture is worth to me: Here I picture a twenty-six year old man who is a fugitive from the law but not justice. His crime? Many find his writings to be highly seditious and subversive. Many more though are tremendously encouraged and inspired by his work. Accompanied by him is his twenty year old lover turned wife, though they were quietly wed in an unregistered ceremony. They are so much in love and full of affection towards each other but trying their best to hide from the oppressive authorities. They walk through a rural area, thinking they won’t be found. Subsequently, they come upon and old barn and hide there for the night. In the morning, the owner sees their footprints in the snow and retrieves his sawed of shotgun to confront whomever is in his barn. They are snuggling together and just barely waking up in each other’s arms when the door is flung open and he catches them. Immediately he recognizes the young man as the wanted fugitive, pumps his shotgun and orders both of them to lie face down. Subsequently they are bound by rope and the local sheriff’s department is called. While waiting for the cops to arrive, he angrily lectures them, first to the young man on how he should have worked a real job, kept his head low and been a contributing member of society instead of an insurrectionist. He then tells the young lady that she is just as evil as her lover for providing love and comfort to him. They are taken into custody. The young man is flogged to death without due process. The young lady is thrown into a women’s prison where she is murdered by fellow inmates due to their raging jealousy of her innocence and beauty.

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Christmas in July-July 5, 2021

Here’s my first Christmas in July picture for July of 2021. Just for the record, I do not own this image and give credit to whomever credit is due. I picture a young man getting off of work early on Christmas Eve. He then walks to his girlfriend’s house and they subsequently go for a walk, cherishing their time together. They are so much in love and likewise show their affections in front of everyone. One older woman, let’s call her Karen, threatens to call the police on them for what she deems as lewd conduct. So they walk away from her but she follows them. Karen follows them into a coffee shop and continues heckling them until the workers kick her out. The young man then thanks the workers and buys himself and his girlfriend some spice cookies and hot chocolate. They eat and drink happily. The establishment is frequented by many writers all of whom are inspired by what they saw. Many ideas are exchanged and this goes on until closing time. They then head back to her house and exchange many kisses beneath the glow of the street lamp. The young lady then tells her boyfriend to come back bright and early tomorrow morning. They exchange several more kisses and then those three little words. Afterwards, she goes inside and he walks home…

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Christmas in July-July 24, 2020

I do not own this image and I give credit to whomever credit is due! I sincerely apologise for not posting as many Christmas in July pictures with stories as I ought to. This is more of a winter in summer than a Christmas in July picture, but none the less, I would imagine the world is in total chaos because it is trying to establish a globally oppressive government and was met with resistance. Major conflict ensued, with the oppressors ultimately taking control. I picture a young couple in love looking for a place to hide and consummate their love. New laws are in effect worldwide that any couple that wants to be intimate and live together must be married and in order to be married both parties most prove their conformity and loyalty to this worldwide government. This couple refuses to do so. So they are constantly on the run, hiding in diverse subterranean places. They are cold and tired but their love for each other compels them to press on. At last, they are safe and become known to each other. But then they are caught and found without proof of conformity and then are executed on the spot, bleeding out and dying in each other’s arms…

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Christmas in July-July 9, 2020

For CYB purposes, I do not own this image and I give all credit to whomever credit is due…So, I picture a young couple so much in love, but absolutely forbidden from seeing each other, so they run away together on Christmas Eve. They make it to a large city, having eluded their families and law enforcement across multiple state lines. Both of their bodies are pumping with all kinds of hormones from the rush that is derived from trying not to get caught. The passion is building inside of them and while they have nothing material to give each other for Christmas, so they consummate their love as soon as they can find a place that is private, warm and free. At long last, they find such a place, just at the stroke of midnight. Boldly and passionately, they profess their love and commitment to each other then become known to each other! In the morning they wake in a sea of Tarpaulin, realizing they must needs be on the move yet again…

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Our First Sunday Service-Second Chances

SUNDAY DECEMBER 29, 2019

My girlfriend and I have been seeing each other religiously since the last time I wrote.

We are falling more and more each day.

Since Christmas Day, she has consistently stated that she wants to marry me and I couldn’t agree more.

I just woke up to her text, “Good morning baby. I can’t wait to see you at church. Love you!”

So, I reply, “Here is a good morning kiss from me to you. I love you too and I will start getting ready.”

She then replies with a kissy face emoji and a blushing face emoji.

I look outside my window and see that the weather is very dreary, somewhat damp, and slightly cool.

I select my favorite clothes from my closet: some sturdy black pants, a dark grey Oxford shirt, a white tee shirt white crew socks, a brown belt, and brown work boots. I hang the clothes from my bedroom door knob and place the boots and socks on the floor.

With that, I step into my bathtub and draw some hot water.

After relaxing for a few minutes, I scrub my body with Dial Soap and my hair with Tresseme`.

Afterward, I let the water drain out, then crack the valve, strike a match, and light my bathroom heater.

After I am completely dry, I shave until I have a baby face once again. I splash some Aqua Velva on my face then get dressed.

I clip my Leatherman Style PS to my front right belt loop, my Streamlight Jr. in my right side pocket, my SwissGear wallet and my Motorola e5 Play Smart Phone in my left side pocket.

Finally, I grab my SwissGear backpack along with my keys, then exit my front door, locking and deadbolting it behind me.

While waiting for my church neighbors to arrive, I sit on the front steps of my house and put on my Wayfarer reading glasses, and read my Bible.

My next-door neighbor is picking up pecans in his yard. He keeps giving me dirty looks, to which I try to ignore him, then turn my Bible to the latter parts of Ephesians Chapter 6.

I start thinking about my girlfriend and then begin to read the Song of Solomon, with a smile from ear to ear.

My neighbor shouts at me, “What the hell are you so happy about?”

Calmly I reply, “I see something in the Bible that makes me think of my girlfriend.”

“You’re a total hypocrite, reading the Bible and going to church, but I saw you and your girlfriend go inside your house alone together and not come out for several hours. Y’all were making babies in there and my taxes are going to support them because you’re too lazy to work and she is too fat.”

I pull out my Motorola Smartphone, activate the camcorder feature, and say, “Just keep harassing me, I’m recording you and turning over everything you say to the police.”

“You’re just a punk. How dare you! I served my country. All you do is live off the government and screw your girlfriend while my taxes have to pay for you and her lifestyle. Those tax dollars could instead go to giving me better benefits than having to use the VA.”

“We both have significant mental illnesses that require expensive medications. And my girlfriend has sustained lots of trauma so it’s pretty low of you to comment about her weight.”

“What trauma did the snowflake sustain, did her parents spank her or something?” My neighbor sarcastically asks.

“No, it’s much worse than that, but it’s none of your business.”

“Well, she only wants you because she is fat and no one else would pay attention to her.”

“I think she is beautiful and that she also has a heart of gold. Furthermore, I am recording everything you say.”

“You don’t scare me. I have connections.”

“This is going on YouTube as well so everyone can see what a jerk you are!”

“You’re lucky I don’t come over there and beat your butt.”

“You’ll be assaulting a disabled individual, and that is a felony.”

The couple from church pulls up in their van and sees me arguing with my neighbor.

“What’s going on here?” The man asks.

“My neighbor is being a jerk, as usual.”

“Don’t you have anything better to do?” The lady asks my neighbor.

“I don’t know why you’re even bringing him to church. Between Christmas and now he and his girlfriend were alone in his house several times. I don’t need to paint you a picture of what they were doing in there.”

“Then they need to be in church even more, as do you,” The lady tells him

“Don’t preach to me, woman, I served my country. All you do is social work or as I call it ‘socialist’ work. People like you are the reason why so many young people are so soft these days.”

“Hey. Don’t talk to my wife like that?”

My neighbor spits on the ground waving his rake, and says “Or what?!”

The man looks at me and asks, “Are you still recording?”

I nod.

“Well you’re intimidating government workers and we have a recording of it. You need to stop right now.”

“As I told your punk friend, I have connections.”

“So do we and they have a much more clout than your good ole boys.” The lady says.

“I suggest you quit, or you will be arrested and charged.” The man finally says.

“This isn’t over.” My neighbor shouts.

I keep recording him.

The man then says, “If you’re looking for trouble you will find more than you bargained for.”

My neighbor starts cussing at us and I get it all on video.

“We’re going to be late for church,” The lady says.

“Let’s go then,” Her husband says.

I grab my SwissGear backpack and enter the right rear passenger side of the van.

The man gets in on the front passenger side and the lady gets in on the driver’s side.

We then head to church.

“Please share that video to both of our phones through Bluetooth,” The lady says.

“Will do,” I reply.

I send it to both of them and I also back it up in several clouds.

“We are going to talk to some higher-ups in the police department as well as the D. A. He has been making too many people miserable for too long and it needs to stop now,” The man says.

“He’s such a pig. I don’t care whether he is a veteran or not, he has no right to mistreat you or anyone else.”

We arrive at church. My girlfriend is waiting for me at the entrance. She is wearing a red Courdoroy jumper that goes just below her knees, with a black and white checkered shirt underneath, some black knee-length socks, and clog shoes.

We share a hug and a kiss, then walk to the sanctuary together.

We sit next to each other in the pew, holding hands as the service begins to start.

We praise God together during the worship service, The first song is “Open the Eyes of my heart, Lord” and we both sing out loud with arms raised high. The second song is El Shadai and we close our eyes in contemplative worship. The final song is Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing and we sing along with joy.

Then the main pastor walks up on stage and begins preaching. His sermon entails how we must seek God not only when we need or want something from Him, but also seek Him when our needs and desires are fully met and everywhere in between.

My girlfriend rests her head on my chest until the main pastor gives us a stern look, then continues preaching.

Finally, there is an altar call and we both go down to pray, for ourselves and each other. We also recommit ourselves to Jesus Christ.

Afterward the main service, we go to Sunday School in the special needs class.

Our teacher asks if there are any prayer requests, to which I answer, I have some praise that God put me and this lovely young lady together and I just pray that he blesses our relationship.

“I’m in total agreement on that!” My girlfriend says as she holds my hand.

The young man from the other couple then says, “For my wife.”

The young woman from the other couple adds, “For my husband.”

Our teacher then leads us in prayer then we get started on the lesson.

Soon afterward, we get off the topic and the other couple starts talking about the flaws in the marriage.

The young man says that his wife listens to everyone but him.

The young woman says how he is thoughtful to everyone but her.

The teacher looks at my girlfriend and me and asks, “What do y’all think?”

“I have prayed that God would send me someone special for some time now. I intend to marry her in time and love her as Christ loves the church,” I tell our teacher.

My girlfriend then says, “I have had a hard time trusting a man let alone submitting to one until I met my boyfriend. He is so sweet to me and I honestly thought I would never meet like him. And just for the record, I also want to marry him and I wish I could right this moment.”

The young man then remarks, “Y’all just have that new relationship feeling, it will wear off in time,”

His wife gives him a pair of eyes then I say, “How dare you even speak that into existence.”

“Oh, so you’re one of those Christians?” He asks in an arrogant tone.

“What do you mean?”

“Speaking stuff into existence. We don’t talk about that Pentecostal garbage in this church.”

The young man’s wife elbows him.

“It’s in the Bible though,” I reply, then continue, “I only want to speak life and good things about me and my girlfriend’s relationship.”

My girlfriend holds my hands and puckers her lips at me.

We then rub our noses.

“That’s inappropriate for church,” The young man says.

“Leave them alone, they are a cute couple. We could learn something from them.”

“When they have been married as long as we have, then I will listen.”

“Sometimes I don’t know why I married you.”

“I married you because I am committed to you and I made that commitment before God. Maybe I could be more affectionate if you listened to me.”

“Maybe I would listen if you were more kind like you are to everyone else.”

“Y’all are already headed towards the relationship death spiral. It happened with me and my ex-wife.” I tell them.

“Oh, looks whose speaking things into existence now. You’re a hypocrite and an adulterer as well.”

“You don’t know me or my past. I think you’re miserable and you want everyone else to be. And that fact that my girlfriend and I make each other happy fills you with envy.”

“All right, settle down.” Our teacher says with authority.

“Sorry sir, I was already on edge because my neighbor is making more trouble with me.”

“That man is scary and he is such a jerk,” My girlfriend adds.

“Well the couple that invited me to church is turning him in and we have video evidence of his bad behavior.”

“Good. I didn’t want to upset you, but I was so afraid when he gave us the death stare the first time you brought me to your house.”

The young man then says, “You need to confront him over his bad behavior,”

“No. He’s a veteran and he likely has guns. I don’t want my man hurt.” My girlfriend then looks at me and says, “Promise me you will avoid him at all costs, I prayed for a future spouse for a long time and I don’t want to lose you.”

“Don’t worry baby, I will let the authorities handle it. I promise you.”

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

We then share another very brief kiss.

The bell then rings and we are dismissed.

“After you get home and rest a little while, come to my place and have dinner with me and my roommates.”

“Will do baby.”

With that, we hold hands until we are at the exit.

We share a long passionate kiss and then those three little words, then she gets in the car with her roommates and I get in the van with the couple who invited me to church…

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The Day after Christmas-Second Chances

THURSDAY DECEMBER 26, 2019

I wake up to a text message alert on my phone.

It’s the day after Christmas.

I rub my eyes and read look at my phone.

There are two messages, one from my mom and one from my dad.

The first one is from my dad and reads, “Check your bank account.” It was from much earlier this morning, 9:15 to be exact.

The second one is from my mom and reads, “We all deposited some Christmas and Birthday money in your account, use it wisely.”

I look at my watch. It is 10:28 AM.

So I reply to my parents in the group text, “Thank you both, and I will tell my siblings thank you as well and that I appreciate it. I am just waking up.”

I then realize that I need to send my girlfriend a good morning text.

So I begin writing, “Good morning my beautiful lady! I hope you slept well. I wish I was there to wake up to your lovely face. Hopefully, we will be in touch throughout the day and even more, hopefully, we will be able to see each other. Until then, just know that I love you and I hope you have a wonderful day.”

Seconds later I get a reply, “Good morning to you too, my sexy man. I love you too! And yes, you can come to see me, in fact, you better come see me! Until then, this is me kissing you.”

My heart skips a beat as I read her message.

I take it all in for a moment, then I check my banking app on my phone.

A $300 electronic check was wired to my bank account and has cleared.

I know what I will do: take my girlfriend shopping with me.

With that, I text her, “When can I come to see you today?”

“Give me a half hour,” She replies almost instantly.

“Good I will get ready as well.”

“I can’t wait.”

“I was given money from my family for Christmas and my birthday and I want to take you shopping.”

“Aw, that is so sweet. Now I really can’t wait!”

“She sends another text message, “I’ll wear something cute and I think you will like it!”

“Surprise me, honey.”

“I will, now let’s both get ready. I love you!”

“I love you too.”

Hurriedly, I take a bath, and thoroughly scrub my body and hair.

Then I crack open the valve on my bathroom heater, strike a long match, and light it. I dry off as I shave and put on some deodorant. Even though these types of heaters are now frowned upon, they work very well. After I am finished grooming myself, I extinguish my bathroom heater, then walk to my master bedroom and raise the thermostat until the floor furnace in the middle of my house ignites. I get dressed, donning a Navy Blue work shirt with a white tee shirt underneath, some black pants, and some grey work boots. I take my Streamlight Jr. flashlight from my backpack and place it into my right front pants pocket, my SwissGear wallet in my left back pants pocket and my Motorola e5 Play Smart Phone in my left front pants pocket. I compare the time of my last text with the current time and realize that I should get going to arrive at my girlfriend’s place on time.

So I grab my keys and coat and step out the door locking and deadbolting it behind me.

I then walk across my porch, down the steps, and cut through my front yard, exiting the gate of my hurricane fence.

The weather is sunny and clear but very cold as I start heading east on the sidewalk.

In time, I arrive at my girlfriend’s place and knock on the door.

She greets me with a strong hug and powerful kiss, dressed in a cream-colored fleece sweater that hugs all of her sexy features, an evergreen colored skirt that is long enough to be modest but still short enough to drive me wild, long white socks that accentuate her pretty legs and black buckle shoes.

“You look so cute!” I tell her.

“Thank you! You’re quite handsome yourself, you know!”

We embrace once again and are soon entrenched in a volley of kisses towards each other.

Our glasses begin to fog up as we simultaneously say those three little words to each other.

We start walking off the front porch, down the steps, through the front yard, and out of the gate to the hurricane fence.

“What would you like me to buy you?” I ask her.

“There is a thrift store a few blocks away where you can get me all kinds of clothes.”

“Okay. Anything else.”

“If you have enough, I’ve been wanting a handheld gaming console that is sold at Walgreens.”

“Would you like to eat anywhere?”

“I would like a shrimp Po’Boy and it doesn’t matter from where.”

“Done.”

“You really mean it?”

“Most definitely.”

“I’m glad God sent you to me.”

“Good because you make me happy.”

“The thrift store only takes cash, but they are cheap enough to buy a whole wardrobe. However, if I have some money left over, I want to buy some pretty panties. But I won’t let you see me in them until our wedding night.”

In honored amazement, I ask her, “You still see that kind of a future with me?”

“Of course! No one else has ever been so sweet and sexy” She pauses and then asks, “You see that future with me too, right.”

I hug her warmly and kiss the top of her head as I say, “Yes. I am tremendously honored that you chose me because you have a pure heart not to mention you are a perfect solid ten in my book.”

“I wish we didn’t have to wait until our wedding night for you to see me in those pretty panties.” She pauses, then whispers to me as she smacks my rear end, “I also want you to pull them down and be intimate with me!”

“Oh, honey, you don’t know the urges you are bringing alive in me. If only it wasn’t such a sin, I would do that and so much more for you!” I paused then continue, “I would be exceedingly honored to marry you though!”

“I love you, my sexy man!”

“I love you too, my beautiful lady.”

We are now in front of Walgreens as I say, “Let’s get your game console.”

“Lead the way, Mister.”

We walk down the toys section and select the handheld gaming console of her choice asking, “Is this one okay.”

I nod, then kiss her.

She grabs me and kisses me several more times.

We walk to the cashier and check out.

I pay with my debit card and get $40 cash back, then hand the two bills to her, saying “$20 for you to buy some clothes at the thrift store and another $20 for you to buy those pretty panties when you can.”

We share one more hug and kiss, then walk out of the store.

In the crisp sunny cold, we walk to the thrift store and she tells me, “I want you to help me pick out my clothes, so I can look cute for you.”

I kiss her and say, “Baby, you have one of those rare bodies that no matter what you wear, still looks very good on you.”

“Still I want to drive you wild!”

“Well, even though our church is not UPCI, I still think you would look sexy in some skirts.”

She giggles then says, “Agreed!”

“And maybe some cute shorts for when it gets warmer.”

“You just want to see my butt, don’t you.”

I blush, then nod.

She continues, “It’s okay because you make me feel beautiful.”

“I love you, my lady,” I say as I kiss her.

“I love you too, my man!”

We begin to pick some clothes out.

She grabs several skirts, some made of cotton, some made of denim, and some made of a blend of fabrics. She then grabs some workout shorts and rubs them on my face. Finally, she grabs some shirts of many colors both long and short-sleeved.

We then check out.

Afterward, we start walking with the two large bags.

“I can’t wait to see you in all those new outfits.”

“Well, I can try them on when we get back.”

“You really will.”

“Of course.”

“Then let’s go back to your place and set all of this down.”

“Good idea.”

With that, we walk back to her roommate’s house.

I sit on her futon while she goes into the bathroom with her new clothes.

Her roommates are at work, so for about an hour she poses in her new outfits for me.

I am overcome with love and lust for her.

She comes out trying on one last skirt. It is a knee-length black cotton skirt with rose designs on it. She pairs it with a yellow tee shirt.

I stare at her with admiration, then we embrace.

I rub her love handles, then her lower back, then her rear end to which she giggles uncontrollably.

I then playfully lift her skirt catching a glimpse of her cherry red panty.

She grabs me with passion, then says, “You’ve been very naughty, so now I need to punish you.”

“Oh, baby, whatever you have in mind.”

“Lay on the futon, face up, if you dare.”

I do so at once.

She then prances towards me with her body jiggling and her skirt swishing.

She looks down at me, waves then blows me a kiss.

Giggling, she then says, “Now for your punishment.”

She turns her back to me and says, “Since you wanted to see my panty, it will be the only thing you see for a while.”

My girlfriend flips her skirt, then slowly lowers her rear end onto my face and sits.

I take in all of her sexy sights, smells, and sensations as I put my arms around her waist and hold her in place.

She giggles and even snorts a little with laughter until she becomes slightly distressed.

“Okay, I have to get up, like right now!” She says.

So, I remove my arms from her waist and she slowly lifts herself off of me.

Suddenly, my face, still under her skirt, is met with great warmth and a pungent odor.

My girlfriend then stands up completely, apologizing over and over and sobbing.

I give her a loving hug and I kiss her as she buries her face in my chest.

Still sobbing she says, “I know I was supposed to be punishing you for lifting my skirt, but I didn’t mean to pass gas in your face. I’m so sorry I did that to you and I understand if you don’t want me anymore.”

I pelt her beautiful face with kisses and say, “Actually it was kind of cute.”

She hugs me tightly and asks, “Are you mad at all?”

“No baby. Please don’t think I am weird, but to be honest, I liked it.”

A smile returns to her tear-soaked face.

“Do you mean that or are you just trying to make me feel better.”

“I mean it. If I had a ring on my person right now, I would propose to you.”

“I love you. And just so you know, I would say yes!”

“I love you too!”

“When I was younger and in school and even church, people would always make rude comments about me passing gas and it was so embarrassing.”

“Well, you don’t have to be embarrassed by it with me. For whatever reason, I like it. I cannot explain why but I just do.”

“I’m glad God sent you to me because I was always afraid that I would find a wonderful man but he would be turned off by my gas problem.”

“Well, I think you’re the sexiest girl that I ever met.”

“And you are the sexiest man I’ve ever met.”

“I wish we were married right now!”

“I know, I want to be intimate with you more than ever, but I know God would punish us because we are not yet married.”

“Why don’t we go get some Po’Boys? That way we won’t be alone in this house!”

“Lead the way, my man!”

We walk down the street and around the corner then come upon a neighborhood deli.

I open the door for her and a buzzer goes off.

She steps in and I follow her.

“What would you like, my baby?” I ask her.

“A fried shrimp Po’Boy.” She replies, then asks, “What are you going to get?”

“Since I had a New Orleans Hot Pattie Po’Boy yesterday, I will eat a Roast Beef Po’Boy today.”

“Awesome.”

“What do you want to drink?”

“A Coke with Lemon Slice. What about you?”

“A Barq’s Root Beer.”

“Woof woof!” She says giggling.

“You are so gosh durn cute! Could I also get us some fried onion rings?”

She whispers, “Those make me extremely gassy, but now I know that you like it, you’ll get the worst or best of it!”

“Oh honey, you are so sexy! At least you will keep me warm!”

“I love you!”

“I love you too, and I thank God for you!

My girlfriend then sits down and I place our order and pay.

In time we are handed our food, we say grace, and eat.

We take bites off of each others’ Po’Boys and I hand-feed her the onion rings which she happily eats with a devious smile.

After we finish eating, we walk back to her room mates’ house.

She sits on her futon and cradles my head in her lap, then asks, “Are you going to get anything for yourself?”

“There’s a Casio G-Shock wristwatch on eBay that I have been wanting, but I wanted to spoil you first.

“Then, by all means, get it!”

So I pull out my Motorola e5 Play, log in to my eBay app and place the order.

“All done,” I say as I look up at her beautiful face.

She giggles, then say, “Now, I have something for you!”

Without anything further, she pulls the blanket over my head while I am still cradled in her lap and passes gas.

I breathe it all in. Normally this would be disgusting but for whatever reason, I thoroughly enjoy when she does it.”

I kiss her soft belly and say, “Thank you. I hope there is more.”

“There’s plenty more baby.”

“You’re so sexy.”

“I love you!”

“I love you too!”

We go over story ideas for us to write together as she gives me Dutch Ovens for the rest of the afternoon and into the evening.

Finally, we have to take our medicine, so we kiss each other good night on the front porch and I walk home as a breeze is picking up.

I enter my gate and cut through my front yard, up my steps, and across my porch where I unlock my door, then take my medicine with a cup of pudding.

Afterward, my girlfriend and I talk on the phone until we are very sleepy and I give her the good night tidings then we exchange those three little words…

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Christmas Day Part 3-Second Chances

WEDNESDAY DECEMBER 25, 2019

Clinging closely to each other my girlfriend and I walk to her roommate’s house.

She then confesses to me, “I have never been so attracted to anyone as I am to you!”

“I think I feel the same way,” I reply.

“No, you don’t understand, after that Mexican molested me when I was fifteen I was afraid of men and had turned so many down.” She pauses then continues, “But I don’t feel that way about you. Instead, I want you so badly.”

We both blush followed by a sweet but awkward silence.

“I want you just as badly. After being with some terrible women, I set my standards very high. However, not only do you meet those standards that I impose but dare I say you exceed them! The only force that held me back from us doing it was fear that God would punish us by causing us to split up if we fornicated and I don’t want to lose you.”

“I am about to tell you something else and please try not to freak out when you hear it.”

“Go on.”

“I think I love you! And just so you know I don’t want to lose you either!”

“I love you too, I was just afraid of scaring you off by telling you so soon, and trust me I will do everything in my power so that you won’t lose me!”

“I will also do everything in my power so that you won’t lose me either!” She says as she grabs me and pounds my face with her kisses.

I fire some sweet kisses at her in return to which she giggles as our teeth chatter.

“I finally have what I want!”

“So do I and I thank God for you!”

“I thank God for you as well.”

“I wish I could move in with you!”

“I would be exceedingly happy if you stayed with me, but we would need to be married.”

“Well, duh.” She playfully kisses me and then says, “Do you get my drift?”

“I think I do and I would be honored!”

“I know you are on a fixed income as am I, so you don’t have to buy me an expensive ring, anything with a pretty gem will do.”

“Is there any color you would like?”

“Anything red or blue?”

“Red like your pretty dress?”

“Yes. And I wish you were underneath it right now!”

“Oh, honey, I will be as soon as I marry you.”

“You better be!” She pauses when then asks, “What would you do while under my dress?”

“Kiss your sexy stomach, then play with your perky rear end and massage your thick thighs!”

“Anything else?”

“What if I pulled off your cute panty and went down on you?”

“Oooh, I know I found the right man!”

“Then after you squirt and spray all over my face, I would be so turned on that I would make love to you too until I fill you with my hot seed!”

“Usually hearing a man talk like that would make me want to flee from him, but hearing you say that makes me want to grab you, take you and make you mine forever! It’s like God chose the perfect husband for me!”

“I love you!”

“I love you too.”

We are now in front of her roommates’ house. I open the gate of the hurricane fence for her and she walks onto the property. I gently pat her rear end, to which she turns around grabs me, and plants a strong, loud kiss on my lips.

We then walk up the steps.

She opens the front door with her key, then steps in as I follow her.

Both of her roommates greet us, then one says, “Both of y’all, dig in. We cannot eat all of this by ourselves.”

“The other one says, “We have some roasted turkey and roasted goose, candied yams, some more green bean casserole, some spiced oatmeal cookies, a fruit tray, and some left over English Breakfast Tea.”

We both stare at all the food in amazement then begin to feast, once again.

We eat until our hearts are content, then we rest on my girlfriend’s futon, listening to one of the cable music channels.

It is now time to take our medicines.

We stand on the porch lost in time as we exchange those three little words and a volley of kisses and hugs.

I walk home as the snow is transitioning to rain.

Finally, I make it to the front of my house, unlock my hurricane fence then I cut across my yard, walk up my steps, then onto my porch. I unlock my front door.

Once inside, I call her.

“Hello?” She answers in a longing voice.

“Hey baby, I was calling to let you know I made it home safely and will give you the good night tidings if you wish.”

“Of course and I am very happy you’re safe.”

“Well, this is me sweetly but reverently hugging you and kissing you as I tuck you in. This is me praying for our sweet dreams and tranquil slumber. And this is me praying for God to watch over us until we see each other again.”

“When will that be?”

“Tomorrow if you want.”

“Of course. I was hoping you would say that.”

“Now, I have to take my medicine, but just know that I love you and I don’t want to lose you.”

“I love you too and I don’t want to lose you either.”

“Then we won’t lose each other at all.”

“I second that. Now go take your medicine.”

“You too.”

“Okay, good night.”

“Good night.”

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A Review of the Radio Shack® 12-259 or 120-0522 Handheld Public Alert Weather Radio

Just to bring everything to light, I am not the owner of the image featured on this page. I am giving credit where credit is rightly due and in this case, I cropped it out of some Radio Shack literature.

I had wanted a sturdy pocket-sized weather radio since my late teen years and since then I have tried several.

I discovered the Radio Shack 12-259 at the age of twenty, though I didn’t purchase it at that time.

The model number was later changed to a 120-0522 or a 12-522, depending on the source, and given a red cabinet as opposed to an olive green cabinet.

I think Radio Shack was promoting the color red for some of their products to promote preparedness because the prepper mentality began around 2008 and has taken off full force since. Maybe they even partnered with the Red Cross and that was the idea for the color red. I think pocket-sized weather radios should be bright yellow, but that’s just me.

I am referring to it as the 120-0522 because that is how it is referred to in the literature which I acquired from Radio Shack and is so shown in the featured image.

Even though money was tight for Christmas of 2009, I was still given some cash by family members and went to my local Radio Shack to see what I could buy.

I don’t remember if it was on sale or if I paid the full SRP, but I saw one, and I bought it.

I also bought a tin that was filled with Enercell batteries.

I carried it in what was my EDC backpack for the next almost three years.

Then, sadly, sometime in 2012, it just stopped working. No matter which Weather Channel I tried tuning in to, nothing would be received. I had assumed it was dead and sadly chucked it.

I was highly disappointed because it seemed like the perfect pocket-sized weather radio.

In July of that year, I purchased a Radio Shack Weather Cube, which I had until a wicked woman named Ida did her very wicked deed.

In the aftermath of Hurricane Ida, I purchased the predecessor model, the 12-259.

I even dreamed about me carrying it in my EDC backpack in a shopping mall, trying to stay safe during a tornado. I even attempted to make it into a story based on myself and a certain young lady that I was talking to. For the record, this event occurred between my ex-girlfriend breaking up with me and meeting my current [and I so fervently pray, forever] wife.

For those who are wondering, my 12-259 came off the assembly line in October of 2004.

First of all, let me say that I have tried quite a few pocket and/or travel-sized weather radios.

The closest competing model to the 120-0522 or 12-259 would be the Midland HH54/HH55 series radios and I will say right now that the Radio Shack 12-259 or 120-0522 had a better antenna skin. And this is shocking because normally I would say that Midland makes the best weather radios, hands down and Radio Shack in the 2000s to 2010s was very much a has-been.

I have only owned my 12-259 for about a year, but it has assisted me in tracking some severe weather, especially in the months following Hurricane Ida.

I even EDCed it in my backpack from time to time.

Both Radio Shack models are Public Alert Certified.

The reception range could be a little better but that would mean a longer antenna would be required.

There is also a travel and home setting, which would make this ideal for road trips to keep tabs on the weather or keep as a bedside standby radio when anticipating a power failure.

An optional AC adapter can be purchased, allowing the end user to conserve the batteries for a real weather emergency.

The speaker is loud and clear.

The cabinet is made of smooth but sturdy polymer plastic.

The dot matrix LCD is clear enough and even has a bright backlight.

I believe the backlight on the 120-0522 is blue whereas on the 12-259 it is indigo.

My chief complaints are that it eats batteries like a starving pit bull that was locked in a butcher shop and it loses the signal way too easily.

There is a feature that will alert a siren should it lose the signal in standby mode, but this proves more annoying than usual.

I would recommend this product on the following conditions:

If one is using it to travel at all (even commuting on foot.)

If one works, plays, or is otherwise frequently outdoors.

OR

If one wishes to use this in a safe room to monitor the progress of inclement weather and lives close enough to a weather radio station. And when I say close enough, I mean twenty-five miles or less.

My 120-0522 is long gone but I still use my 12-259 from time to time.

In later years Radio Shack products seemed to be lacking in their quality, performance, and longevity. This was not the case in the late 1980s and early 1990s.

Certain countries are better at producing electronics than others, but I digress.

If I were to give these weather radios a rating, it would be about 4.25 out of 5 stars and this is because of the frequent signal loss. It seems compactness and portability were traded for antenna gain.

All in all, I hope that you, the reader have been informed enlightened, and maybe even entertained.

May God richly bless you!

PS, Here is a video of this weather radio in action

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A Review of the Realistic (Radio Shack®) 12-162 Mini Pocket Weatheradio

Just to let you, the reader, and everyone else knows, I do not own the featured image on this page. Truth be told, I cropped it from the Radio Shack Catalog.

I had been collecting various weather radios since the Summer of 2012.

In the latter part of 2018, I was divorced from my first wife and suddenly had much more financial freedom than before.

I will also say that on October 28, 2022, I married a wonderful young lady and I hereby declare that she is my biggest blessing ever. I find myself frequently thanking God for her.

Nonetheless, in the latter part of 2018, I had more financial freedom than ever before.

And for the record, my finances are in better shape now than in 2018.

So because of this financial freedom, I was able to enhance my weather radio collection among other interests.

I had seen some vintage commercials about the Realistic Mini/Pocket Weatheradio 12-162 on YouTube and wanted one.

I thought those commercials were so neat. Furthermore, they truly captured the time in which they were recorded, namely the early-to-mid 1970s, especially with the emergence of soft rock. The scenes from the bedroom window showing nighttime thunderstorms and then the waves crashing on the shore and the calls of seagulls make me think of the many soft rock hits of the era.

So, I was romanticizing such a weather radio and I ordered one, not knowing that the antenna was damaged. I ended up selling it for parts.

I ordered a duplicate in 2019 and used it on and off.

The Realistic 12-162 was put on the market before 1975, which means it technically was not supposed to tune in to the third weather radio broadcast channel (162.475 MHz.) That said frequency was introduced in 1975.

However it was able to tune in the first two channels 162.55 MHz and 162.4 MHz and since 162.475 is right dab in the middle, with patience it can also be tuned in on this radio since it employs a rotary tuner.

I was able to get footage of mine receiving KIH23 out of Morgan City, Louisiana which indeed broadcasts on 162.475 MHz.

Sadly, I lost my second one to a very wicked woman named Ida.

If I would have lived closer to a weather radio station that broadcast on one of the two original frequencies and it would have been the 1970s, this radio would have been halfway decent.

It appeared to be built to withstand light rain and uncomfortably hot or cold temperatures and maybe even a little sea spray (as the commercial implies) because of its tough plastic cabinet.

In other words, this weather radio was meant to be used outdoors to get vital weather data whilst outdoors and on the go.

This was also Radio Shack’s first pocket-sized dedicated weather radio.

The Realistic 12-162 was first introduced in the 1974 Radio Shack catalog and came up for sale on October 1, 1973.

In 1974, it sold for $14.95 which would have been the equivalent of $90.37 in 2022 US Dollars.

The price peaked in 1975 at $15.95 or $88.35 in 2022 US Dollars, although there were sales of $5 off according to the aforementioned commercial that caught my interest in the product. I would assume that commercial aired in 1975 so if it was on sale for $10.95 in that year it would be the equivalent of $60.65 in 2022 US Dollars. This means that inflation may have been worse in the 1970s than it currently is because a pocket-sized, entry-level weather radio retails for about half of what it would have retailed for in those days, inflation-adjusted.

According to my digital collection of Radio Shack catalogs, the Realistic 12-162 was not listed in the 1976 catalog.

In 1977 and 1978 it sold for $11.95, which would be the equivalent of $58.77 and $54.62 respective American Dollars.

In 1979 it was replaced by the Realistic 12-156, which I do not yet own at the time of writing this piece but do hope to own one day, God willing.

I don’t understand the use of blue for the cabinet color of the 12-162 and 12-156. Yellow would have been a far better choice.

I mean Radio Shack had other types of radios in the color yellow, but maybe the shade of blue was associated with stormy weather.

When the Radio Shack 12-162 was on the market, Weather Radio was still in its infancy or at least early childhood and nowhere as mature as it is in 2022.

I do appreciate the compact size and rugged cabinet, but the antenna is flimsy as can be.

However, this radio would have been quite useful for those in maritime hobbies or occupations, farmers, hunters, and travelers, especially anyone commuting on foot.

If it was before 1975 I would give this product a 4.5 out of 5 stars because I do not dig the flimsy antenna.

However, the Realistic 12-162 was a huge milestone because it was the first dedicated weather radio that could indeed be EDCed.

I guess this, therefore concludes my review of the Realistic 12-162.

I hope that you, the reader, have been informed, enlightened, and maybe even entertained.

May God richly bless you.

PS, Here is a video of this weather radio in action in June of 2020.

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