Nano Sized Stories

Nano sized stories inspired by fellow tweeter. Here is my favorite that a twitter person tweeted-

The room was quiet as she sliced the pie. When the watery filling flowed, she shrilled. The pie slid down the wall as she put on her apron.

So here is mine-

An exchange of gifts. I sent DVD's of a classic beauty- Sophia Loren. He sent me fishnet & lacy panties. B-spots are satisfied for now.

Do I have to?

I had an online affair with a man in Europe. It ended last fall when he was caught jerking off in front of the computer by his wife. She was so mad at him and wanted to get back at me. I don't blame her. I was happy to stop the affair and go our separate ways.

She was so angry and blamed the affair on me so she started to cyber-stalk me and would find me on the public sites to harass me. I am a professional and could not have my private life strewn all over the internet so to make a long story short. I became friends with her and now I have to no choice but to be nice to her. I would rather just ignore her on my social network, but I can't. She leaves me things in my inbox and writes messages to me on my IM. Do I have to keep this up? Her husband and I have no contact. He did tell me that she is being genuine and I totally believe him, but why do I want to have nothing to do with her? I wish she would just leave me alone. I can't be on chat anymore because she waits for me to show up. There are other people that I would love to chat with, but I don't want to converse with her so it is better to be offline all the time. I know I am being whiny, but do I have to be friends with her? And is there a nice way to remove her from my social network?

Across the Street

I am at a new school that is a block away from a University. The Sonority house full of pretty young girls is across the street. I was told by a fellow teacher to close my door when I teach. She went on to tell me that the girls like to sit out and sunbathe in the nude, but thankfully only during first period. I was shocked and immediately went to my window to look across the street. To my dismay there was no one out there. Just a little patch of fake green grass and some lounge chairs. I wonder if the teacher was joking with me. I guess I will have to find out for myself.

Maggot Collection

I asked my BFF's 9 year old son how the interview went with the mediator. He told the mediator about his dad's maggot collection. Asked him with interest to tell me more about that. He just looked at me as if to say, "Are you sure, Auntie?" Then, went on to tell me that his father's house has gotten dirty so maggots started growing in the house and around the pool. The maggots were so bad that they were in his dad's shoes and socks.

It was so hard not to make faces and act as if it was nothing, but inside I was getting grossed out and just disgusted. How could anyone let their house get that bad. Only once did I have that happen. We forgot to take out that garbage and went on vacation. When we came back, there were maggots in our kitchen garbage can! They did not get into our clothes or shoes! YUCK!

The Other Husband

I heard from a friend that her 85 year old mother was diagnosed with a fatal brain disease. Her mother is hallucinating that there is another man in the house with her and her current husband, Darrin. The mother now sets the table for 3 people since this other man is there at meals.

Last weekend the other man (also named Darrin) started being affectionate with mother. This was upsetting her because she was telling us that she is already married to the real Darrin and that this is not right to have this other man wanting to kiss her and hug her. She was so disturbed that she would not settle down to go to sleep.

Finally, the real husband, Darrin, tried to change the subject and asked her what her plans were tomorrow. She answered that she was going to watch her cooking shows. The real Darrin joked with her by telling her that she does that everyday. She turned to him in a very serious face and told him the other Darrin would have never joked with her about that.

The real Darrin reported that the other Darrin woke up with them in the morning and that usually he is only there for dinner. Now, the other Darrin is spending the night with them.

I wish I could see with mother's eyes and experience what she is seeing and hearing. What is really going on in her mind?

Dickless

My BFF is going through a lot of mediation with her ex-husband over custody of their only son. It is very sad, but it is the reality of divorce. A lot of bitterness and upset phone calls this past summer.

One day she called me and told me that she asked her ex a very serious question. She made him pull over on the side of the road and told him that she really wanted to know the answer to this question.

She paused and then, in a very serious tone asked him, "When did you become dickless?"

"Excuse me?"

She went on to explain to him that he did not have a dick big enough to end the relationship and that it was her that served him the papers for divorce.

She kept prodding him.

"When? Where? Why are you so dickless?"

He was speechless and eventually hung up on her.

I could not believe that she asked him that! I could not stop giggling when she told me this story. I keep smiling to myself when I think about it. I wonder how many other men out there are also dickless.

Nirvana

What is your Nirvana? I have been seeking my nirvana for a while now. A simple definition of"nirvana" is an "idea condition of complete bliss, joy and peace." I am still trying to visualize in my mind what would bring me to a divine satisfaction and beauty.

My daughter came home and told me that her 8th grade English teacher was telling them about her nirvana. Her teacher describe a scene where she was sitting on a tropical balmy beach in the Bahamas eating sweet ripe mangoes out of the hand of gorgeous Adonis like man and other muscled men are around her fanning her. A student interrupts her and asks,"Where is your husband in this picture?" She looks at the students and tells them that her husband is not part of her nirvana since he doesn't have a muscled chest.

I guess I need to do some more daydreaming and being idle, which is not going to happen anytime soon since school has started. I am back teaching in my own classroom and still running around the school district being a busy coordinator. Ah, already wishing for the next Holiday vacation just so I can have a moment to breathe.