If you are looking for very erotic stories, I’m sorry to say they aren’t here. However, I do have some so-so stories of my flings. As always, you have chosen to read these, so don’t gripe. If you do like them, comments are always happily received! Thanks!

Wow! I’m excited to tell you about my friend from long ago. She had a sweet smile with freckles scattered around her cheeks. Her hair radiated as are bright red heads.

I posted 1996, but actually it was sometime in 1972. We lived in a moderate sized city with 5 different high schools if that will help visualize things.

Her Dad and my Dad were very good friends. Also, was our Bishop and our seminary teacher. A nice like able fellow that took very good care of our ward. My Dad was very serious most of the time, always having his hands working on different projects around the house. He had a wicked sense of humor, almost a smart ass like me! His profession was a corporate pilot that ended with a very tragic ending. In short terms on January 3rd, he had a trip to Omaha for the day. It was vacation time so he offered our Bishop his right hand seat. He was also a pilot, but not with very many hours and was just along for the ride. They were carrying 4-5 financial executives to and from for meetings. Midwest weather was nothing to trifle. It was damned cold. On their way home towards dinner time, they had trouble with their driving equipment. They lost control and the plane plunged into the ground killing all on board. As I said, for the members of the ward and stake were devastated. I had never seen such a long procession. I was 16, and quickly became the head of our house of now 4. I was silently devastated. I wished I knew him better. But here I am now at 68 when he died at 50.

Sorry, there was to easy way to share the story without depth.

Rachel’s family was larger with more children (Rachel was the eldest)and a weaker widow. It seemed that she had not prepared sufficiently in the event of.

At that time, it seemed that all of the youth were banding together for support. That’s when she and I became friends non-romantically as Cathy and I were. I recall not long after arriving in Scandinavia and visiting a museum with a huge stuffed polar bear with its gorgeous white coat of fur.

People in our ward were clueless and always asked questions about where I was…and so did Rachel! I wrote her back explaining the difficulty getting around as we only had sleds and dogs…not really. I exaggerated my story by introducing our pet Polar Bear. It was actually a cut out picture from my museum visit with arm wrapped around it. Can you say hook, line, and sinker??