True Romance - Reading for the Mature Woman

THE STATUS OF A NON PERSON

2011-06-20T07:28:00.000-07:00

It has been three years since I have had a full time job. My last big year was 2007 and I made $48,000. Last year was $10,000. I am female, have three college degrees, no job, and I have now earned the status of a Non Person.

As a Non Person, my day starts out pretty easy: I get up, look outside, make my coffee, then go sit outside. Today I am going to do some writing. I am going to work on my shorthand. Go through craigslist, Monster and Career Builder, and email resumes that will go into a black hole.

A person with a job has status and he gets to say things like:
“I work at ---“
“ My boss ---“
“I hate my job ---“
“We had a staff meeting ---“
“I don’t get paid enough for what I do.”
“They take out so much for taxes.”

A person with a job has the life of a Beatles’ song,
A Well Respected Man
“Cause he gets up in the morning
And he goes to work at nine …
Cause he’s oh so good
And he’s oh so fine…”

But I say none of those things. The life of a Non Person is pretty simple. Here’s how it works:

The Government’s concept of a Non Person:

1. We don’t pay taxes, because you don’t pay taxes when you don’t have a job.

2. We are not premium meat to perspective employers. There have been many commentaries about employers advertising a job and stating “Unemployed people will not be considered.”

3. We don’t have special interests groups at the Capital fighting to make jobs in the United States. Non People have no representation. We bring in no money and we have nothing of value for any interest group to want to help us.

How we have adapted to our status of being a Non Person:

1. We don’t waste time, money or drama on medical care. We have no medical care. One thing we do have, we will die with dignity, without any doctor or nurse exercising every medical and ethical right, and spending thousands of dollars, to keep us alive.

2. We don’t get dental care. That has taught us something. We need to appreciate our teeth. Don’t smoke. Don’t drink soda or sugary drinks. Brush and floss often.

3. We are much more thrifty. Spend $40.00 a week on groceries?!!! Never!!! Half of a peanut butter & jelly sandwich with a cup of milk is perfect for breakfast. Don’t forget to add a couple ice cubes to the milk. I am so much healthier since I started drinking ice water with a little sugar.

How the Government has assisted me:

1. I have food stamps - $120 a month. I get to eat.
2. I got a free cell phone with 250 minutes a month. I canceled my Vonage to save $25.00 a month.

How the Government benefits from my status of being a Non Person:

The majority of us who have gained the status of being a Non Person are over 45 – and some are 62.

Sure, right now government jobs are being eliminated to help with the immediate budget cuts. Sure, teacher jobs are being eliminated.

Think of it this way: Most of those kids in the public schools, their parents also have Non Person status too, and those students will graduate into Non Person status. Why spend billions of dollars on teachers for a bunch of people who have Non Person status and won’t amount to much anyways.

The kids who do matter, their parents are at least upper middle class, and they send their children to private schools, where education is the main focus, the teachers don’t have to spend their day on classroom management issues and little thug behavior; and the better students don’t have to be in a scary environment. Schools are a rough place today.

The Real Savings:

In about five years the United States will start savings billions of dollars on Medicaid/Medicare that it would have spent on us. Just like a black person has a shorter life span than a white person, a Non Person will have a shorter life span than a Working Person. We will die off before ever reaching age 65, so we will not be a drain on the Medicaid/Medicare system.

In about five years the United States will start savings billions of dollars on Social Security. Same as above, we will die off before ever reaching the age of entitlement.

So at age 53 I have gained the status of a Non Person. I have three college degrees and Florida teacher certification. (Surprised? So am I.) What am I doing to survive? Substitute teaching. At least I still can make my house payment.

As each birthday comes, that golden opportunity from the Hoover Years of a job for every American, diminishes – and it’s scary.

Mary Cochran

Spring Break

2010-09-06T17:48:00.000-07:00

SPRING BREAK
By Mary Cochran (09-10)

Julie and Tom were on their way to Daytona Beach. Instead of going home for the three weeks they told their parents they had taken on internship work. It wasn’t a complete lie. They were going to do internship work, but they were spending Friday through Sunday on the beach first.

They got to the hotel and checked in. It was a little ways down from all the hub, but definitely within walking distance for a young couple.

Tom began to unpack his bag and put things in the bathroom. Julie began to undress. Tom stopped and watched her. She was slow to make sure she got his attention. Without even looking at him, she said,

“See something you want?” “Always” he said.

She tied her top and smiled at him. “Let’s go get some sun first.” Tom changed quickly.

It was still early in the day, 4:00 p.m., so the sun was still warm. They walked along the beach, hand in hand. In the water a few children were playing, screaming and bouncing in the waves. A mother was yelling at them, “Those waves are too big. Get up here closer where I can see you.” Julie thought to herself, is that what me and Tom are going to be like in ten years, forty pounds overweight, sitting our fat butts on towels and yelling at our kids. Julie looked at Tom. If that was what he was thinking it didn’t show. They had been dating for eight months. Although they didn’t live together they did spend a lot of time together and were officially a couple. “So what do you want for dinner?” Tom said.

Back in the room, Julie looked at Tom and smiled. She unsnapped her top and let it fall to the carpet. Then she used her fingers to pull down her bikini bottoms. Julie said,

“See something you want?”
“Always” he said.

Julie walked over and stood in front of him. She put her hand to his face to move it toward hers. She gave him little kisses. Tom quickly pulled Julie down on the bed. He was still wearing his swimming trunks, yet Julie could feel his hardness against her stomach.

With Julie lying on her back, Tom got on his knees, gave Julie a quick look over, and forced her legs open. Then he began thrusting into her. Julie whimpered. She knew Tom liked hearing her whimper.

Sex in the daylight was always the best because it was quick and raw. There was no darkness to hide body flaws, no darkness for illusions, or music playing to mask true feelings. Sex in the daylight told Julie that it was real.

They ended up at Bubba Gump Shrimp Company. Julie started laughing. “I worked at Bubba Gump’s in New Orleans before I transferred.” “Well, I guess you know what’s on the menu then. They both laughed.

Tom got a bucket of Bud Light to go with the food. Julie was still thinking about the children on the beach, thinking about where their relationship was going, and beginning to reel in solitude. Tom sipped from his beer, and looking at Julie, let the beer clear his mind. When the bill came Tom also got three chocolate chip cookies, two for Julie and one for him.

On the drive back to the hotel Tom stopped at the 7-11 and got another six back of Bud Light and a Cherry Slurpee for Julie. Walking from the car to the entrance of their room they could hear the ocean, except for the lights from the hotels the beach was pitch dark. Tom took Julie by her waist. “Let’s go sit near the pool for a few minutes to unwind a little.

Sitting there and listening to the waves felt like heaven. Finals had been exhausting. Julie was sure stress was the reason her period hadn’t come. She was thinking about the children on the beach earlier, her own childhood, college, and the pregnancy test. She hadn’t told Tom about it. She was hoping this trip would afford the timing. They were just finishing their senior years in college and she really wasn’t sure if Tom was ready.

“Don’t you want a beer?”
“No. My nerves are frayed from school and stress, so I’m just going to keep it easy.”

Tom sat back and drank beer another beer. Julie just sat. “Tom, you ready to go in? I’m really tired.”

Back in the room the music played softly. Julie began to undress. Tom moved his hands over her shoulders, massaging them. He began to undress her. She let him. He held her close and gave her deep thrusting kisses. Then he gently pushed her down on the bed. The sex was deep and intense. Julie was mesmerized, partly because of exhaustion and partly because of emotions. Sex like this told Julie she belonged to Tom. Tom thrusted into her and continued to kiss her. Julie loved it.

The next morning they awoke early. The beach was empty except for the birds looking for food. They went for a buffet breakfast. When the bill came Tom handed it to her. “I’m paying for the room and dinners “ he said, “so you get breakfast”.

After breakfast they went to lay on the beach. It was getting busier now. Tom buttered himself, then turned over for Julie to do his back. Julie felt the strength of his body, his meatiness. His body made her feel safe. She rubbed oil on his shoulders, then rubbed her fingers through his hair. “Don’t get that oil in my hair.”

Tom lay in the sun. Julie decided to take a walk. She walked along the water line. The children were splashing and being loud.

“What do I do”, she thought. “Do I go ahead and tell Tom about the pregnancy test?” “Do I wait and do another one?” “Is our relationship strong enough for this?”

Julie thought about her paying for breakfast. They had talked about it, that he would pay for the hotel, gas, dinner, drinks, and she would pay for breakfast, but why was that bothering her. Julie made her way back to where she left Tom on the beach, and there was another girl chatting with him.

Tom saw her. “There you are. Ready to go in?” Let’s take a little R&R and then we will go hit the town about 6:00.

They took a shower together, something Julie considered their quality time. Tom looked down on Julie and smiled. He had already taken her body soap and made a lather. He quickly took control of washing Julie’s body. When Tom washed her Julie got limp.

He started with one arm, starting at her shoulder and working his way down to her hands, giving her hands a quick massage, then her fingers. Then he washed her breasts, gently kneading her nipples with his hands, then getting under her breasts, then down to her belly. Then she turned around, and he washed her back, massaging her shoulders, then her neck, then her booty and snatch. Julie washed her legs herself while Tom then lathered himself.

The water was steamy. Julie was beginning to get mesmerized. Tom gave her a few kisses on her neck. Then he turned off the water, grabbed a towel and began to dry her.

“Who was that girl you were talking to? “
“I have no idea. She came over and just started talking.”
“Did you think to tell her you were with someone?”
“Julie!, are you jealous?” Tom laughed.

They lay on the bed, entwined, with Julie’s head in his chest and his arms wrapped around her. Julie like the feel of his body. It made her feel safe. They fell into sleep with the rhythm of the ocean waves.

The rhythm of the ocean and sunlight were coming into focus. Julie began waking up. Tom was lying on his side, stroking her hair, and smiling at her.

“Happy dreams?” he said.
“Yeah, they were happy. I dreamed we were married and had two little girls, six and two, and we were just so happy.”

Tom laughed. “We still have a ways to go before going down that road.” Let’s say we get dressed and go out.

They went out and ended up at Tijuana Flats for Mexican food, a relaxed, easy going restaurant.

“Julie, this trip was supposed to be fun. You’re always watching little kids. I’m beginning to feel like I’m being evaluated for my daddy material. Then that dream you had. Is there something you’re not telling me? Are you pregnant?”

Julie looked at Tom without saying anything.

“I’m not really ready for that. But are you pregnant?” Just then, the server came. Tom looked up at her and smiled, “Thank you.” Instead of eating Tom looked at Julie to wait for an answer. “No, I’m not pregnant. There just seems to be a lot of children around.”

“Let’s just enjoy this weekend then and stop looking at those damn kids. I wanted this to be a nice getaway, and it’s getting awkward” Tom said.

Tom then focused his attention on his plate. Julie picked up her fork and started taking small bites.

Julie was stunned and embarrassed.
They left the restaurant without saying anything to each other. The drive in the car was quiet too. Tom turned the radio station to Julie’s favorite. Again, Tom stopped and picked up a six pack of beer.

Back in the room Tom opened a bottle and put the rest in a bucket of ice. He took a swig from the bottle then handed it to Julie.

“Let’s go use the Jacuzzi. It will do us some good” Tom said. Julie agreed. Tom poured the beer into a plastic cup. Julie took a can of Coke.
It was dark by now. The temperatures had dropped so it was actually a little chilly. But the hot tub felt good.

In the tub they were facing each other. Tom studied Julie’s face. Julie smiled. She turned around so her back was towards Tom. She didn’t want him studying her face and she didn’t want to take the chance she would break down.

Tom took another swig from his beer. Then he began to massage Julie’s shoulders. Right away Julie could feel the tension leaving. Another swig of beer, a swig to Julie, then he massaged her shoulders again.

“You know, Julie, if you are pregnant you can tell me. I won’t be mad. We can discuss it. When is the last time you had your period?”

“I’m not pregnant. My period is due. I can feel it coming” Julie said.

Tom continued to massage Julie’s shoulders and give her little kisses on her neck. Julie put her arms on the side of the tub and rested her head. She closed her eyes and focused on Tom’s massage. She had her opportunity. She wasn’t going to tell him.

“You ready?” Tom said. “Let’s go in.”

Again, Tom went for sex before sleep. It didn’t matter how tired Julie was, she wanted her man to be happy. Tom lay next to Julie and began to give her little kisses. Julie began to kiss his chest and worked her way down below. She actually liked giving him oral sex. It was the time when she was in control, when she was giving the pleasure and deciding how much to give. Tom moaned. With his hand controlling Julie’s head, Tom pulled Julie away, and came in her face.

The next day they packed to leave. They were going to stay on the beach until 3:00, then make the drive back to the campus. Tom had set up a three week internship at a bank. Julie had a two week internship with a veterinarian.

While Tom was packing the car, Julie cleaned up the room and made sure they had everything. Julie dialed her mother’s number. “We’re getting ready to leave. I didn’t tell him. “ Julie hung up.

Tom came in. “Ready?”
“Yeah” Julie said, and smiled. “I’m ready.”

CALIFORNIA DREAMING

2010-08-26T08:20:00.000-07:00

CALIFORNIA DREAMING
By Mary Cochran (08-10)

Kathy was packing her home. Living in Florida with its high unemployment rate and being 50 and struggling to pay her mortgage and basic bills had taken a toll on her mentally. Being a legal secretary most of her life, finding other work was not easy. Thanks to the recession, the legal field in most of the country, demand was little and supply was plentiful.

You can’t pay for a house on unemployment benefits. Foreclosure had come. Kathy was starting a new chapter in life. So she made a choice. The furniture was sold, belongings dissected into piles, keep, consignment shop, Goodwill, toss. With only a few days left before the Sheriff came, Kathy locked up the house for one last time and packed her belongings into her car.

California, here I come. San Francisco, here I come.

What life in the air, the smell of the ocean air and cool breeze, they were a gift by themselves compared to Florida’s hot and humid air. Kathy’s first stop in San Francisco was at a Circle K, gas in the car and a cool drink. And a local Apartment Finder Guide.

Kathy went to Casa Blanca. The complex itself was nice enough, soft green grass, pleasant to walk on barefoot and so cool to the touch.

She settled on a studio, which was easy to furnish with a full-sized bed. She bought new bright colored sheets and new pillows.

Her first day was spent down at the pool, taking in her new environment and melding in. She chatted a little with the other people. Night came, and the temperatures dropped. Kathy never felt cold temperatures in Florida. She didn’t even have a blanket. Kathy knocked on her neighbor’s door. Mike opened it. “Hey, I just moved in today and I didn’t think of buying a blanket. Would you happen to have an extra one?” “Sure, do.” Mike invited her in.

“So, do you have a job lined up yet?”
“Em, no.”
“What kind of work do you do?”
“Legal secretary.”

“Well, I am busy tomorrow, but let’s get together on Thursday. I’ll be neighborly and take you to dinner and we’ll talk about the job market. Here’s the blanket, keep warm.”

On Thursday morning there was a knock on Kathy’s door. It was Mike. “Just to remind you, I’ll pick you up at 6:30. There’s a small restaurant on the bay. Dress casual and wear sandals.

It was 6:30 and Mike showed up. He was dressed in casual pants, short sleeved shirt and leather loafer shoes. Kathy was dressed in a simple summer dress with her $12.00 sandals from Payless.

“You look great!” said Michael.
Kathy had forgotten some of the simple pleasures in dating, a man driving, taking control, and the scent of a man’s cologne. Mike had a small Lexus, cream color, leather interior, and a CD player.

Mike handed her the stack of CDs, mostly jazz, classical, and easy listening. Kathy picked through the stack. Whatever she picked, it was going to come across as personal. She chose the Gnarls Barkley CD, Crazy.

Mike pulled into a parking garage. He patted Kathy on the knee and gave her a little smile to give her a little assurance.

“We’re parking here because it’s a few blocks to the restaurant. From there we’re going to walk down to the bay.”

The Palomino. The name sounded expensive. The restaurant was located practically on the bay. Mike asked for a table in the courtyard. The weather was near 70. The slight breeze from the bay gave Kathy goosebumps. Kathy watched the tall palms swaying, and felt like she was in heaven. It was just a week ago she had cleaned her life of her belongings, locked up her house for one last time, and drove away; she was homeless and jobless; and now she was sitting in a courtyard of a restaurant next to the Pacific Ocean, with a luscious looking man.

Kathy eyed the menu. $15.00 for dinner, she thought. That’s half her allowance for her gas tank.

“Don’t worry about the cost. I can afford it. Order what you like.” Mike said. He gave a quick glance at Kathy and smiled, then glazed his eyes on the menu.

Kathy looked at him. He was maybe 43, short black curly hair, beginning to gray a little. She looked at his hands, clean well manicured nails. She looked at his watch, a Rolex. Mike obviously didn’t do physical labor.

Kathy ordered the Parmesan Crusted Stuffed Chicken with wild mushrooms, almonds, caramelized onions, brie and goat cheese. Mike ordered the Crab and Hazelnut Stuffed Mahi Mahi. Mike also ordered them both iced tea. The food was exquisite. After dinner Mike ordered a slice of Chocolate Tiramisù and two coffees.

Mike again took the initiative and took Kathy by the arm. “We’re going down to the bay” he said. It has wonderful views and shops.

They walked along the Embarcadero. It reminded Kathy so much of Bayshore in Tampa, except it was so much bigger and had lots of restaurants and shops.

They walked first to Pier 14. It went so far out, Kathy was a little afraid. Mike took her by the arm. The view of the bay was amazing. It had breathtaking views of the bay and the bridge. There were a few fishermen on the Pier, just leaning against the railing with their rods in the water and chatting between themselves. Kathy thought they were there more for the leisure than they were for the fishing.

Standing at the round of the Pier, Kathy could see the Ferry Building, downtown, and the Bay Bridge. The sun was just beginning to go down. Kathy felt glorious, like God was shining down on her. Mike held her a little closer.

Their next stop was to Cowgirl Creamery, a small shop that sells cheese, all kinds of cheese. Kathy looked at Mike. “Let’s have a few samples of the different cheeses.”

The Ferry Plaza Farmers Market. Mike picked up a basket. Kathy browsed at all the fruits and vegetables. Without saying a word to Kathy, Mike filled it with the basics, a few tomatoes, cucumbers, grapes, bananas, and several pieces of wrapped fudge, and a loaf of cinnamon bread.

Well, I guess he’s picking up some of his groceries while we’re out here, Kathy thought.

Mike carried the bag, with his arm wrapped in Kathy’s. Always the gentleman, he walked on the outside.

“So, Kathy, do you have any ideas about jobs yet?”

“Well, I have called several temp agencies and have an appointment set up for tomorrow.”

“That’s good news.”

The walk to the car seemed far shorter than it actually was. Kathy was surprised at how tired she felt. It was 10:30 already. Back at the apartment complex, Kathy unlocked her door, and Mike walked in first to make sure it was safe. “Never can be too sure” he said. Then he sat down the bag of fruits and vegetables he had picked out at the Farmers Market and put them on her counter.

“I have business out of town and will be home on Sunday. You can tell me then about your appointment with the temp agency. Good night.”

Kathy awoke on Friday, had her first interview with a temp agency, then decided to adventure alone in the city. The Bay it was. Mike had taken her there, and she found it irresistible.

To be sure she didn’t get lost she parked her car in the same parking lot as Mike had. She was sure to park in a spot not open to onlookers. She wanted to change from her business suit to shorts and a top. Several men drove by as she was changing and just smiled.

Kathy walked along the Embarcadero. She stopped at the Pier. If only she could stay there forever. She walked past the Cowgirl Creamery. She hadn’t even touched anything from the bag Mike had bought her. Het stomach was reminding her she needed to eat. Mindful of what little money she had, she stopped at a hotdog stand.

Kathy ventured to walk downtown, the business area, and lots of shops.

There were several shops with Help Needed signs in the window. Kathy went in and picked up applications. She spent the rest of the weekend down at the pool and filling out applications for the few retail jobs she found. On Sunday afternoon Mike returned.

How about we go for an early brunch. I know a restaurant that has Sunday Brunch until four.

Mike took her to the Historic Cliff House, located at the Panoramic Highway at the Beach. It had views of the Seal Rocks, Ocean Beach, and the Pacific Ocean. And brunch included champagne. Brunch samplings included poached salmon and prawns, steak with mushrooms, pasta carbonara, cheeses, fruit platters. The desserts had a variety of cakes, pies, tortes, mouse, and strawberry covered strawberries. The champagne flowed freely.

After brunch Mike took her to the Botanical Gardens. It was filled with landscaped gardens, variety of plants and flowers. The highlight was the Japanese moon-viewing garden and the Garden of Fragrance.

On the way back to the apartment complex Mike stopped for a bottle of wine.

Mike opened the car door for Kathy. In the apartment Mike again walked in first. He went into the kitchenette and got glasses and opened the wine.

“Did you eat any of the fruit or fudge I got you?”

Mike didn’t wait for Kathy’s response. He took a piece of the fudge and glided it into her mouth. Kathy tasted the sugar granules, and she tasted alcohol in the fudge. Mike held her head with his hand and stared intently into her face, as he planned his next move. He then took the glass of wine in his hand and put it to her mouth, forcing her to sip. Kathy glazed into his eyes, with her hands on his arms, trying to resist his force. Mike put the glass to Kathy’s mouth several more times, again, Kathy sipped. Kathy held on to Mike’s arms, not to push him away, but to steady herself.

In the background played Gnarls Barkley CD, Crazy. Mike unzipped the back of Kathy’s dress. He pulled it below her shoulders and the dress fell to the floor, and Kathy stepped out. Mike gave Kathy another zip of wine. He unsnapped her bra, a Victoria’s Secret bra, with the built-in cups for support. Mike gently pushed her down on the bed. Kathy didn’t resist. Mike stood up, staring down at Kathy. He began to unbutton his shirt. Kathy began to move and Mike pushed her back onto the bed, massaging her breasts as if he was kneading a loaf of bread, and then pulled off her panties and spread her legs open. Kathy didn’t resist. She didn’t have the energy. Gnarls Barkley played in the background. Mike finished undressing.

Mike positioned himself over Kathy’s body. She was powerless. He kissed her lips, as if he was testing a fruit before biting into it. He delved more into her fruit, forcing his tongue into her mouth as if to squeeze out every last drop of wine and fudge.

Mike then worked his way down, kneading her breasts, with his fingers playing with her nipples. He then went to work on her breasts. Opening his mouth as wide as he could, as if he wanted to take the biggest bite of ice cream he could at once, he grasped her breast and sucked on it. Kathy whimpered in pain and tried to protect her nipples from the invasion. Mike took his hands and held Kathy’s arms against the bed. Kathy was powerless. The effects of the champagne and the wine, the flagrance of Mike’s body, his physical being, Kathy’s mind was screaming she wanted it. She whimpered louder. She opened her legs wider. She was ready now.

Mike lay on top of her, still pinning her to the bed. He entered her. Oh!, Kathy screamed. She whimpered more. The feeling of his cock inside of her, she wanted more. She whimpered more, he pushed and contracted more. Then he took his dick out, put his hand behind her head, and glided her mouth to his wet dick. She opened her mouth, ready to take it his cum, just like she did with the fudge and the wine. Mike was sure to not let her have it all at once. He made her work for it. His cum came out in spurts, like gifts given for a job well done. Kathy laid there, her head reeling in bliss and her body exhausted. Mike again held her, kissed her lips, massaged her nipples, and kept her legs open with his body.

Again, Mike took control.

Very gently, he turned Kathy over onto her side. He pulled one of her legs into a more fetal, sleeping position. He positioned himself over her so he had his body between her legs. Kathy was too exhausted to fight him.

He stroked her hair. He massaged her back, letting one of his hands dawdle down to her low back, then to her buttocks.

He put his middle finger into her anus, widening the opening. Then he put his dick into Kathy’s ass. She screamed in pain. Mike caressed her head. “Hush”, he whispered. In, out, in, out, in out. Kathy cried in pain each time he forced himself in.

Then he stopped. He rubbed her back for a minute, as if to let her know the invasion was over and it was time to rest. He then crawled off of her and lay next to her, with their legs entwined, and her arm resting on his hip.

He pulled her head into his chest. “It’s time to sleep now” he whispered. “You are in a new world now, a safe world. I won’t let anything happen to you. I will guide you on this new journey and be your protector and predator.”

Surviving on Unemployment Benefits

2010-05-31T15:08:00.001-07:00

Well, it's been two years since I had a real full time job. This is how I have survived.
Unemployment benefits are only $275 a week. And if you have worked, you get recalculated the second year. I am now getting $100 a week since April.

1. Doing substitute teaching. Pay is only $9.58 an hour.
2. Food stamps. You get a debit card today, with the American Flag. Easy to use and quick.
3. Had a roommate.

4. So the house is hot. Keep it turned up to 82 in the day. Shut the vents in unused rooms.
5. Don't waste water. Like a bath? Use only two inches of water. It's still a bath.

If you've been unemployed for a long time, you know things are bad. At least I'm in Florida -far better than being in Flint, Michigan.

Remember Me - Your Lover

2009-05-05T18:45:00.000-07:00

Remember Me - Your Lover

Although we're apart, I'll never forget, those precious moments we spent together, you will always be a part of my heart.

I loved you before I knew you, I fantasized about you before going to sleep each night, and when we finally met, I knew God was shining upon me.

But you had other dreams, women more beautiful, women more giving. And when you met that special one, and I realized she wasn't me, I asked God to give me the strength to wish you the best and let things be.

You are now a husband and a daddy and you are still a part of my life, you are my lover. You provide me with emotional support, you provide me with guidance in life, and you're always there when you know I need you, even without my saying anything.

But you sleep each night with another woman and I sleep alone. But you will always be a part of my heart.

Mary Cochran

Sweet Dreams

2009-04-19T09:27:00.001-07:00

Although we’re apart, you will always be a part of my heart.

I loved you before I knew you. I fanaticized about you every
night. And when we finally met, I knew God was shining
down upon me.

But you had different dreams – many women more beautiful
and many women more giving. And when I realized it
wasn’t me, I gave you my best wishes so things could be.

You are a daddy now, and a husband – and you are my lover.
You give me emotional support and are always there
when I need you – even when I don’t saying anything.

You go to sleep each night with another woman, and I sleep alone.
Although we’re apart, you will always be a part of my heart.

Let's Chill a Little

2009-04-19T09:23:00.001-07:00

Hey, life is really tough right now. So go get a cup of coffee, or go get a margarita and relax a little. Here's a short story I put together.

SWEET SAVANNAH
By Mary Cochran

Jen drove to the cottage, with the windows down and the cool breeze bellowing through her hair. She had six days to herself and she wanted to make the most of it – mostly, she wanted to enjoy the company of a man, with no emotional attachments, no commitments, just the joy of the smell and feel of a raw man. The drive to Savannah was nice and relaxing.

The cottage was in view now, a small house with a yard, and a white picket fence, with little blue forget-me-not flowers in front. That was just the beginning of what Jen needed, aside from a man. The groceries were unpacked, Miller Lights in the freezer. Sitting on the back porch on the lounge chair, Jen could smell the sweetness of everything around her. Dinner was waiting.

The downtown area seemed almost like being in Key West, the stores with their metal roofs, all the flowers growing as if they were blown in place by the wind. Jen found a small restaurant. The menu was placed in the window. Chicken cordeon blue, filet, shrimp and lobster. Inside, the lights were dim, Jazz music played softly. Couples mingled. Being by herself, Jen chose a two-seat table in the back corner. Typical of Jen. Jen ordered a Miller Light. She chose the filet, with the horseradish sauce, baked potato, and a salad with mandarin oranges, walnuts and cut apples. For desert, Jen chose Josh.

Oh, Josh, you look so good. Are you sure you’re by yourself? Josh was the proprietor of the restaurant. He chose the menu himself, his favorite foods, he said. When Josh saw Jen come in and she chose a table in the back corner that was his invitation to introduce himself. After Jen finished dinner and was sipping on a class of wine, the waiter cleared the table. And without saying a word, the waiter brought over two cups of coffee. Josh brought over a piece of chocolate cake, with chocolate frosting and chocolate sprinkles – one piece and two forks. Josh didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to. The look in Jen’s dark brown eyes told him to sit.

Neither said a word. Josh just sat down with the cake and coffee and handed Jen a fork. After the cake was gone, Josh said to Jen, what kinds of liqueurs do you like, how about Irish Crème? Jen just nodded. Josh brought over two mugs of fresh hot coffee. It was steaming and you could smell the strong aroma of the coffee beans. Josh also brought over a bottle of Irish Crème and a bottle of Khalua. Josh, being in control, poured both into the coffee, stirred the coffee with his finger, then put his finger in Jen’s mouth for her to lick it dry.

Jen waited for the restaurant to close. She sipped coffee and watched as Josh helped the staff with cleaning and locking up. Then Josh motioned for her to come. Without saying a word, Jen left with Josh.

Although Jen had driven her car to the downtown area. She got in Josh’s little two seater convertible. There was a light wind at this time, the moon was bright. All the critters in the woods were making their mating calls.

Funny, Josh seemed to know the way to the cottage. When Jen asked him how he knew the way, Josh explained, he knows the owners. They had told him she was coming.

Inside the cottage, Josh set up the lights. He left on only the hallway light, which made a small dim throughout the cottage. Then Josh took Jen’s hand gently into his and led her to the bedroom. He sat Jen down on the bed. She was memorized.

Josh unbuttoned her shirt, brushed his hands against her breasts. He used his strong hands, pushed her head against his stomach, massaging her head. He smelled her hair, kissed it. Josh took off his shirt, a simple button down no nonsense cotton shirt. Then Josh took off his pants, Dockers, of course. Josh had a strong body, not too thin and just the right amount of man fat. He had chest hair. His arms had muscle. He gleamed of strength. Without saying a word, Jen stood up and began to undress. Josh stopped her. He stood her up. He pushed her body against his. Naturally, Jen’s arms went around his body. Her face into his chest. She immersed her face into his chest, with her arms wrapped around his waist, allowing their bodies to become one.

Very gently, Josh began to undress her. He took off her shirt, unzipped her skirt and let fall down to the floor. Then Josh gently pushed Jen down on the bed.

Jen’s head was at the top of the bed. Josh was beside her. He knelt over top of her, using his hands to get the emotional feel of her body. Josh pulled off Jen’s panties, bikini, satin and lace, and wet.

Josh was straddling over Jen. He opened her legs, inserted two of his fingers into her. He massaged her inner being. He took one of her hands into his, gently massaging her palm and hand. Then Josh took both of Jen’s wrists, spread her arms apart, and pinned her to the bed. He kissed her, his tongue going deep into her mouth, his tongue licking her lips. Josh then went to Jen’s breasts. They were big, not fake, just big. He sucked. He sucked more. He had Jen’s wrists pinned to the bed, her legs open with his legs separating hers. Jen was crazy with lust. Are you ready? Jen nooded yes. Josh let go of Jen’s wrists. Jen was motionless. Josh separated Jen’s legs, pulling them far apart, and inserted his penis into her. He thrust his penis into her with long deep pulsating intensity. Then he pulled out of her. Jen opened her mouth, waiting to be fed like a baby bird being fed by its mother.

Then they fell into peaceful sleep, with their bodies wrapped around each other and their smells becoming one.

When morning came, Jen prepared breakfast, scrambled eggs, bacon, toast and coffee. Then Josh drove Jen back to the restaurant to get her car.